Or near or far
We expect this to be the way it is
For all time.
No matter how much we wish it otherwise
And plan to make it different
Deep down we anticipate the same
As this for tomorrow and thereafter.
Even when we visit
We expect that this will remain as it is
For our inevitable return
Even when we don't
And even though it can't
We innately believe in permanence.
Change is always a shock
To the order we imagine
Which makes us grieve.
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