I think I’m spinning
order out of chaos
but it’s all local
temporary
I thought I’d pinned down
all the sidetracks that betray us
but I’m just as blind as any
when the bogeyman gets scary
the little twist of order
that defines my rootless matter
is just a moment’s mirage
an anomaly
and long after the me is gone
each particle will scatter
I guess that’s all there’s to it
guess that’s all of my homily
what
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