Change must I

Like a poorly working neon light
that flickers sporadically off, then on,
while rain beads on the window pane,
the awareness flashes across my consciousness
then fades.

Things
must
change.

Change
must
I.

Not for a moment,
not for a season,
but for now and for always.

Change
must
I.

3 May 2015
Atlanta, Georgia

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