it's not exactly change in poetry

we each live inside the nexus
of our hopes and our horrors
our imaginations and our ires
and our deepest weirdest desires
at a multiplicity of identities
at the solstice of our seasons
within our contradicting reasons
where we all are legion

from all those things we are, though
we do all get to choose
a cup from that deluge
where it feels like we are drowning
our manifest instead if crowning
where we are broken
we cannot quite fix
but still do better yet
we can instead remix