The Churn

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Aug 22, 2026 

The churn.
Slow
inexorable
swirl.
Ever changing.
Boiling.
Bubbling.
Nothing
fixed.
Neurons 
firing.
Amorphous
aether 
abounds,
surrounds.
Ideas.
Beliefs.
What’s
normal?
Nothing’s
normal.
Everything’s
normal,
for a
time.
Normality 
evolves.
What was.
What 
will be,
not 
now.
Depending
on time.
Situation 
in space.
It’s all
a state 
of mind.

 

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