Sudden Puddles Reflect

Plans fall in these waves, more like rain
Than like well-arranged dominoes.

All antiheroes are heroes
To scripts needing antiheroes.

What do you want to know from lines
Of other waves crisscrossing yours?

Is there an island anywhere
Completely untroubled by waves?

Fabric’s no metaphor for space,
Itself source metaphor for change.

A better metaphor would be
A bottomless pattern of waves,

Likenesses to more likenesses,
Where all metaphors fall to change.

Change is the antihero here,
When the likenesses write the script.

Is there a story anywhere
Really without some character?