I. METAMORPHOSES OF METAMORPHOSES (Interesting but useless, like rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic)

SAME MOTH PROSE
POEMS HARM TOES
TAME PROM SHOES
TO HAMMER POSES
PROMOTES SHAME
HOPES MAR TOMES
AS HOME TO SPERM
SEEM HOOP SMART

II. THE EYE OF THE STORM (Cycles)

When the picture of what is today
Becomes tomorrow's image of what was
Obscuring what came before
And unable to reveal what lies ahead
We ponder the meaning of what passes
Sitting at the center of change
Like a voyage inside the eye of a slow-moving storm
Where few winds blow
Leaving us blind to what lies outside
Until the walls of the storm dissipate
To reveal the outcome of its path
Marked by what is left of what was
The transformation to what is
Still not complete to what will be
For with no visible chrysalis from which to emerge
Who is to say when that change is complete?
And through the storm how many butterflies emerge
Unwanted or unappreciated
By the unseen hands
Who in seeking to shape and control the destinies they create
Erect barriers like new cocoons
In which to place the butterflies
Until they emerge again in some preferred state
Before the next storm gathers
Around those sitting at the center of change
Like a voyage inside the eye of a slow-moving storm
Where few winds blow
Leaving them blind to what lies outside
Until the walls of the storm dissipate
To reveal the outcome of its path
Marked by what is left of what was
The transformation to what is
Still not complete to what will be

III. ACT YOUR AGE

An unfortunate event on the 405 Freeway last week
          culminated in the passing of several ages