Chaos Theory Deconstructed
having missed
the sunday sermon
barring nature
from self-organizing
believed to be a sin
against the law of entropy
unstable air mixes
bitter cold with warm
moist masses collide with dry
forming in the closet of night
and breach of day
an ephemeral sign
forming a why
where heaven never shows
and no Word appears
but a humble messenger
without trumpet or salutation
now descending
in silence drawn
by mass of earth
From chaos
order increases,
out of thin air
new information,
symmetry of design
by nature's hand,
bearing little weight
upon the sacred
edifice, but
challenging,
by yet one more
fell blow,
Darwinian
denial:
a crystal
of snow.
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