i am the jack of speed
i sing in the blur
as the jaws of distance yawn
and now from now is born
no constant so priceless
nor bought with idle change
as scenery unfurls
things liquid when fast
the future pouring in
for now from now is born
mysterious is beginning
for now is suddenly not now…
into this universe:
where comes the new idea?
a new thing is merely pattern
a rearrangement, a mutation
as everything decays
and enough time blurs it all
a thousand years in a day
how the eternal and slow
is like the instant quick
as i sing in forever’s tune
traveling nowhere, rapidly
yet with all ceremony
arriving yesterday, tomorrow
i am nothing if not change
i am the jack of speed