Cube

Called to change as oft as called to constancy, how simply
this dichotomy undoes our plans, contingencies spun hardly
half so deep as they would have to be to grant predictability,
and thus, as has been said, our only constant can be change, 
and that change built upon another until no resemblance yet
remains to its forebearers; every landscape twisting strangely,
still, I offer, like your doctor, "wake the same time every day" &
maybe pin a sense of stillness in a spinning brain; maybe in this
we can terraform the entropy of space.