The universe distorted through a different lens,
Diffracted images slant lines askew.
This tilted old-new world tastes poison strange:
Its texture rearranged, its smell repels;
Its rhythm runs a random pedal change,
Reverberates off-key to strained diapasons.
Familiar language learns a changing hue
And words forget their force for foreign tones.
The ground has undergone a vowel shift,
Falls undulating down a valley rift.
The century is leaning out of true
And time is falling free, all handholds gone.
New truth now operates, all things mutate:
All things remain, outside this altered state.