Entropy says that matter can't last
As energy holds it together.
But as we go down, fighting the last
I hope that just one little feather
Sticks to the side of whatever's left over
A bale of cotton, a field of clover.
It's not that it matters it's me that it flatters
So long as some semblance weathers.
Copyright © Richard Jordan | Year Posted 2015
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