Nothing Is Standing Still

Nothing is standing still Only the dreams that go Hours of something will Depart in its flow Something to lose or pass Words over definition Whatever it really was It's gone in its transmission Harness of the loose Like brickstones in a wall The oracularity adduce In its stepwise fall Between fragment and prose Brought back their relation Anything that goes Moment's causation Performances to forms A window against open sky Mixed up with norms And asking every why Again and again between Something over meaning That needs still to be seen In its begin convening • In memory of Frank Zappa