I, not this I

No thing
No one
No place
No moment
No emotion
No insight

Is ever the same
One moment
To the next

Sometimes in nuance
Sometimes in whole cloth

Only change
Remains ever unchanging

A trite wisdom
Perhaps
But I consider

Beauty
Love
Joy
Grace

These expressions
Of being
Rendered empty
Without change

They come
They go
And in between
Altered

By growth
By decay
By learning
By loss
By perception
By meaning
By insight

The whole balance
Of existence
Of essence
Of purpose
Of consciousness
Pivots on time

While time
Pivots on change

Sun descendant
Colour fading
Clouds dispersing
Stars emergent

The beauty of sunset
Becomes
The beauty of twilight

In just a moment
I will never be
This I
Again