Everyone Is Here for a Reason, Which Happens to Be the Same

Possibly, change is a grant
Granted you by being here.
You participate in change,

The magic nothing opens
In the side of everything
So that it begins to drain,

Curves and waves emerge and surge,
And suddenly there’s cosmos,
Racing toward entropy.

You’re granted a dip in it,
Awareness and attention
Making meaning in the change

Before you’re flushed out of it,
Maybe, unchanging again.