A Sameness in the Change

The order in this chaos
Needs the nameless mystery
Of a sameness in the change.

Partial sameness, partial change,
Comprise every last aspect
Of everything that happens,

But whereas change and stillness
Have many names, where’s the name
For the sameness in the change?

Perhaps it belonged
To a long-ago pattern
Of rhythm and rhyme.

Perhaps it escaped
The slavery of being
The name for the hidden heart

Of change, of the on-going.
I wish I knew what it was,
The name for change’s remains,

That ancient rhyme scheme,
Song to sing, pattern to touch,
Everything in nothing much.