Panta Rhei

To forget the law of constant change
 Is like swimming against the tide
 All passes, nothing remains
 Yet our identity fictions abide
 Here we're unable to move
 Drowned in a maelstrom of pretense
 Here Zeno's turtle proves
 That stillness is not a lasting defense
 Although we've set an internal order
 To which we try to subdue others
 Our Parcae are still blind
 And they claim no sire but the endless night
 Far upstream, the source takes shape
 In a dream or an escape
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 Sometimes a narrow, meandering maze
 Finally widening to embrace
 The horizon as a whole
 Calm and warmed by the sun's gleam
 Then turning to a rushing stream
 Ending in a waterfall
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 We see attributes and their exact inverse
 Rivers are called by many names
 Even if their natures seem to be diverse
 Water remains to stay the same
 Gently, but without a moment's respite
 Drawn by the flow of time
 Drop by drop, it all becomes a part
 Of a future fully unknown
 There's a before to everything
 But nothing like a beginning
 Going further onward
 Is merging more with the great course
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 Soon downstream, in the watershed
 All the rivers will coalesce
 Sometimes a narrow, meandering maze
 Finally widening to embrace
 The horizon as a whole
 Calm and warmed by the sun's gleam
 Then turning to a rushing stream
 Ending in a waterfall