Entrophy
there are the pieces strewn about,
without a semblance of order, unless
viewed from the vantage of secret places,
then the pieces find automation as I am looking at them,
and they reorganize and retract and coalesce
into a novel and whimsical order
they tell me that they, the pieces of my life,
are happier without me and without
the constraints I place upon them
happier when I allow them to act as they wish
as we all wait for the great equalizer...
what is most commonly refered to and forgotten,
Time,
As they like to say,
to put an order to the multitude of endeavors
and spurts of genius only we are capable of
putting into motion,
but my tiny brain minions are
holding out for a greater leader.
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