Nothing Is Standing Still Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Nothing is standing still
Only the dreams that go
Hours of something will
Depart in its flow
Something to lose or pass
Words over definition
Whatever it really was
It's gone in its transmission

Harness of the loose
Like brickstones in a wall
The oracularity adduce
In its stepwise fall
Between fragment and prose
Brought back their relation
Anything that goes
Moment's causation

Performances to forms
A window against open sky
Mixed up with norms
And asking every why
Again and again between
Something over meaning
That needs still to be seen
In its begin convening

• In memory of Frank Zappa