Quiet Rush

In your slowest moment
In the dullest corner
Everything is going

On with the same fury
As it’s always going,
The past changing the past

Everywhere at all points,
Only unevenly
Distributed by rate,

And your dullest corner,
Where the rate’s near slowest,
Is just what enables

The redoubling terror
Wildly tossing elsewhere
Where change accelerates.