And all now is war Where so lately there was peace, and the sweet brotherhood, the use of tilled fields. - Charles Olson

What does not change / is the will to change

When the attentions change / the jungle leaps in even the stones are split they rive

When I saw him, he was at the door, but it did not matter, he was already sliding along the wall of the night, losing himself in some crack of the ruins. That it should have been he who said, “The kingfishers! who cares for their feathers now?” His last words had been, “The pool is slime.”