Creative Change Is Ruinous

As is all change, but creation
Is change on fire, is Shiva
At escape velocity

Achieving the hurdler’s stride,
Is the counterpoint to time,
The arch straddling entropy,

The rocket-engine racer
Over the Bonnevile salt flats,
The robot spacecraft slingshot

By the gravity it fights
To fling itself fully out
Of the solar neighborhood.

To reach through to creation
Requires bursting barriers,
The sudden release that roars

You are actually making
Something new of nothing much.
It’s what you’ve made you’ve ruined.