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It gets worse,
or gets better.

Both
chaos and entropy
like cause and reaction
entwined for grounding
the current state.

There is no potential spark
where nothing is conductive.

This way,
we are all safe,
they say this is the only way
to survive
to sacrifice
our freedoms for fear.

What if...
the same question
was posed
If what...?

Layers of complexity are added for mystery;
Gloves, face masks, hats, sunglasses, shaggy hair, alcohol cologne, we have all become suspect(s).
To Be
Watched, traced, recorded, counted, slotted, allotted 1 per person, our fair shares tanked, our borrowed time was revoked, to be copied, pasted and erased.
Mankind does one through five:
Social Divorce, Marital sentences, home tutoring, web meeting, happy hours at home, time ambles a long dark path out of the woods, there are stones to throw and rocks to kick down the road.


Painting by Edward Mitchell Banister (1828-1901), 'Woman walking down path' c. 1882 in Public Domain.

Net wait

A blessing comes with a curse,

wait and good things will appear,

like whale spouts and comet tails bursting forth,

you will see-eventually.

And chances are 

choices awaiting a verb,

like the other side of the coin

what is tossed in the air,

must plummet to its lowest nadir.

We have seen this played out. Likewise,

such sweeping statements, proverbs and prophecies,

do little for everything-in-all-times, 

yet consistently, this movement tends to

strew the smallest fragments more widely 

distributed across the floor and

atop all the lowest planes, building up-

just as the feather duster spreads its wings,

the timepiece propels one to practice 

gathering oneself more

and in doing so, magnetism must assert 

its basic properties are acuter 

than our elemental bodies

behaving and obeying the laws.

Well, we can only collect our thoughts 

and arrange them in an orderly fashion 

so that they may be 

overlooked,

making more room to move around and since 

wisdom was a woman, things, like elimination, 

we tend to find 

liberating in corners.

Everything here, in a sense shows, 

entropy was a mirror image of 

this empty room, piling up with dunes of dust.

While waiting for change,

chaos was creating 

lines in the sand and

when the wind broke in for one last sweep,

there was nothing to weigh any of us down.

The holes served their purpose. 

Image By A Stieglitz, c. 1899 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Learned

We have become wiser by (re)placing knowledge,

the study of science and acquisition of hard facts behind 

the gauzy veil of superstition, making senses agree to co-
here.

When we look up our horoscopes, we know it means superficially,

and specifically, something general about us and all others

born under the same stars, the same fate awaits us 
under the same moon,

for Now by proximity.

Where some of us are the observers and some are the affected,

which results in the observed being aware of observation through

filters like sieves, discarding the detritus and cause. 

As in the non-medicinal biology of our physiology

and newly altered chemical psychology,

originally the study of the soul, which moved up to mind

which won't be found, locally hovering over us.

The cause of all actions, dreams and motivations, 

are electrochemically bound to the nobility of gasses produced

and what cannot be seen is still ingested, gravity rolls in waves

to tip the harmonic float of equipoise in irony. 

Under all this entropy, chaos left a scathing impression

Of being busy and all amalgamated, diffused and placed

as a foreign body, easily pushed out over time

as a known irritant that refuses to fade away. 

And we realized it was there for a reason,

the whole time it was up to us,

which changes things intensely,

which overloads the first mover

who would be wiser to let go of certainty

by welcoming the only clear way

where stars have the room to line up

and fall, to burn out after emitting all

opalescence.

Pennies sink and still shine, unenvious of temperature,

windows will fly open in desperation for fresh cool air,

we were stuck thinking and suffocating, 
awaiting a breeze 

that breaks in and ransacks the soul

inside out

in any given broad day light

we were willing to learn from the past, 

but still collected worthless things

for others to admire.

We forgot on purpose 
what makes desire. 


Artwork (brush and watercolor on off-white paper) By Creator:Luis Falero [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.

X-plane-ing

Never start with

-Because-

it was not good

-nothing-Was

until you found it, nevermind-

motives mean nothing.

I have seen you,

said the old Tribe

in lieu of hollow

Hellos or glum Good byes.

A meeting of the minds may be more than

mirroring-one thing.

(maybe we see the reflective colors

sum up the subject of the object.)

Distractions do divert 

-lightening the wait

of Attraction, less is no more 

than Was. 

Entropy, conceptually, 
reminds us of death.

Heaven forbid our mortal enemy leaves us 
mementos. 

Life lingers on plans, killing time, we forget

Desire by simplifying chaos.

Using zeros and ones

we reduce friction, concentrate on feedback,

Thus, by sharing our singularity as a hole and saying

We relate

origami, fractals, nets,

Symbols are all familiar 

And with so many ways to skin Schrödinger’s cat
how could we-
Not

Because

It is or was

Not a good place to start

with y and ex-plane-ing

flatly, footsteps in another di-

mention.


Photo credit By Agriculture And Stock Department, (1951) Publicity Branch [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Elevation in feet

From those dark mountain valleys etching destiny

like palm lines

We conjure up rain and ropes,

tethering our dreams to vibrant green acres of horizon

radiating our perspectives of

voluminous bubbling energies under

entropic skies

over there.

If only

we had more energy,

if only

more time...

We would make it up

and over and climb higher to see

what is

over the top,

finally.

The other side

is sleep.

Painting by Winslow Homer, In the mountains, 1877, in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.