The Beautiful Abyss

Symmetry’s just rhythmic change,
The echoing of summed sines,

Some change in every sameness,
Something the same in all change.

What sameness is, what is same,
Exactly, you’ll never guess,

Since it’s just what doesn’t change,
Although everything changes,

And yet somehow something’s same.
Symmetry of shape’s in there,

And the symmetry named time,
Repeating clocks and seasons,

The long similarities
Of oceans of waving sines.

Watching words dance around this,
Being words dancing around,

Feels like dancing on the lip
Of abysses where words drown.