Every Possible Alteration of One Idea

Here's the simultaneous

Tedium of near-perfect
Approximations against
The infinitesimals
Of differences that can't be
Sliced so thinly they vanish.
Everything echoes; nothing

Holds solid. Nothing is still,
And still it is mostly dull
Variation on old themes.
Rocks eroding from the hill
By the millions look alike.
Sifting through, I suspect
The cosmos of exploring