At least a year old

A thoughtful note through space submitted
Ill befitting tidings present
Worlds of change or changing worlds
Disjunction’s roads alike unpleasant

The calling horns of mother’s home
Silent now unto the finish
Waxing, waning gloaming recess
Forge’s flame roaring yet diminished

Renewed cycle predilections
An aberrant act commences
Patterns trace remain unfinished
Though taxing on the senses