I wish I could say anything changed
the dawning takes eternity fragments
and hurls them toward infinite fleeing stars
Everything in motion, nothing changes
Matter is vibration, music of particles
anything in the soup remains there
cooling, coalescing, and dispersing
I always come back to this place
trying to make changes
how can I even find the tiny machinery?
it is locked in a border zone between
nothing and something.
How do I bring into my magnifying vision,
within range of the tools I haven’t even
the ghostly sound of a web
shivering in a whisper of dawn?