From the shadows of my understanding
Like a bass drop, I see changes
A few to start, then more
Is this real, am I imagining
The Change comes, then did it happen
at all?

Like a ghost, it solidifies to something
Different, not the same
Striking like, lightning
I see the flash, of difference
Yet, similar..am I different
Is this place, different

I know what my reality was
I’m not faced with a spark of
Insanity, yet no one see’s it
It’s always been here
Yet, it isn’t
How to reconcile
How to prove it

A thousand days pass
More changes, more indifference
Reality is now, nothing but a word
With solidity, without substance
Even, the sky has betrayed my
Countenance, it’s faces both
Night and Day are strangers

I have racked my brain for
An answer, a clue to
This dilemma of understanding
Even my most outlandish
Guesses, are made reasonable
As the changes continued

And, the whole of the Paradigm
Shifted from what we thought
We knew..
To what we see transforming
Our reality
Our bodies
And, our
Understanding.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe