Storm Track

More and more where now’s enough,
Less and less where more’s needed,
That’s what change will do for you,

Since you’ve been racing with it.
Not like it wasn’t going
To change anyway, but you,

Possessed by dreams of control,
For progress, for angry gods,
Are just about to find out

You were never more than more
Wind escaping to feed storms.
Now, you have another dream,

To stop racing against change,
Slow it down to control it,
But every time your dreams change,

The pulse of the world picks up,
The planet wrinkles its face
In its night’s long, spinning sleep,

And you add to another storm
That maybe distant, better
Astronomers blink and miss.