The Cosmic Certainty is Propulsion
A double nature of the universe:
All parts of it endeavor to remain the same
And every part aspires to be a nurse
To its demise. This dual colored aim
(Or aims that strive as one) is like a spring
That yearns to be a spring forever yet
Desires to reach for summer. May would cling
To cool of days in April—and beget
The ripened apple of the fall. The heat
Of August would retain itself in days
But longs for autumn nights. It is a fleet
That sails from suns and through November haze.
..The vacillations of unsettled March
….And April are Cassandra’s shaking arch.
~ Phillip Whidden