Always Gaining, Lost Forever, the Same

Meanwhile, the whatever—
World, cosmos, universe,
Just keeps on piling up

Fresh phenomena, fresh
Events—forever more
Things have happened, never

Less. It pulls this trick off
Through the harsh alchemy
Of loss—was which isn’t.

The wasness stays, still was,
Can never undo it,
Keeps growing constantly,

But look closely at it,
And almost all of what
Was, what can never not

Have been, now, eerily
Also isn’t and can’t
Come back, this manifest

Riddled with permanent,
Expanding gaps. Riddle
Expanding cosmos that.