Joined End-By-End

Mutter,
Listen in the heat for stillness
Quiet is creation
Disgusted, destruction stops
Halted by the force of - change

The power of change is
The power of the silent
Slow, manipulation seeks a wedge
A silent edge
Slices like no other
Subtly dangerous
Wantonly creative
And always,

Cuts like change
Exchanging hands
Only becomes fouler
More putrescent
Eventually luminescent with filth
So can it shine again.