Like speech,
Drops of water into the lake
forever changing its dimensions
each drip ripples across the surface
changing and growing with each current,
pull of the tide.
Never as it once began.
There lies destructive powers here
often abused, twisted into shapes or ignored.
Remember
We all are not the center of a revolution
but one in many of rotations
all together, in a rhythm
by Varian's chorus we dance.


Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Slyphian, in the year 74 MA.