No, No Stalgia

The mind, dead deities, 
a graveyard whose sky can only refract
gray into gray, wet into wet, wine into wine.

There is no change identifiable
in demystifications.
What syllabus is this?

Waters under bridges,
flipping and flooding
over the road.

Disasters!
Mysteries!
Lives!

These monumental asymptotes
describe undertow
in terms explicable. 

Refine your terms
and become a segment
of a worm. 

What play is this?
What theater? 
What time?