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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Thermodynamics First Law: Energy cannot be created or destroyed, only transformed or transferred (conservation of energy). Second Law: Entropy, a measure of disorder, always increases in a closed system. Third Law: As the temperature of a system approaches absolute zero, the entropy of the system approaches a constant minimum. The wheels of chaotic times churn the swirling sands in the desert of entropy, settling on the stratified structure of the disorganized dunes of desolate life. In moments of awareness innately sequestered, drifting the dispersed dust of disarray in confined perturbation, the truth of trustful conviction oscillates on the ruffled ripples of disorder. In the bewildered efflux of the currents of errant confusion, everything changes disheveled, except for the momentum of conversion. The mystifying alchemic power of metamorphosis, manifest in the encompassing mind, reveals the real expression of the perplexing psychic transformation. In the disorderly squall of divesting dismay the closed mind is disheveled into a dishabille state, splinters the leitmotif of the embedded emotions. The confounded cascade of consternation carries them away to the domain of disconcert. Yet, when the castle of sand built on the shore of yearning tumbles down in a chaotic clutter of scattered debris, in its disorientation the fossil flute of frozen feelings is shaped, playing the structured tune of orderly ecstasy for the symphony of memory.
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