Heraclitus

what is more important than a palette knife
when the evening becomes the first day
for an abstract mask of
whatever colors
you wish to smear
on your
face?

the red change will come
to the green cloud and the
yellow will sing
to the blue sky
with a photographic
memory
of fire.

many hands old and young
finding a role in
gravity feeding
the center of
each soul in
tiny fractions
of an ounce:

but change is the only
permanence,
Heraclitus said.