Locked into Entropy
The temptress of time the master orchestrator entropy locks in our fate the keys nowhere to be found She’s the curve of spiralled guardrails that all motions obey at the helm of all becoming, the conductor and the stage Light beams pulse through neon veins, ports, pipelines, and prairies, crafting new webs of energy for the world to consume Electrons flow to hearts and muscles that consume to build something larger than themselves The end begets the start An untempered ambition with a fatal dependency Is this a curse? or means for greater purpose? only time will tell 3D objects traded liquid: irresistible drops become gulps, become thirst We try keep our cups full to the brim as we pour liquid down funnels to create objects again The force slices and dices, what was once whole becomes woven into threads, bytes, and bits making hot chips, microchips, p...
