The jug spilt water, wetting the table
Now bent, twisted, buckled and warped skew-whiff
By flaw to twist coiled within the fibers
when timber dried, planed, sanded and dressed smooth.
How cruel for the carpenter who toiled
to make the table top lined-up and square
For the owner of the table so proud.
For the child who toppled the jug over.
Fatal flaw hidden within the fibers
coiled, primed and wound, waiting to be unleashed
By an event bound to happen one day.
For nothing here is insusceptible,
in a world ruled by entropy’s decay,
where order is a high energy state
and disorder is equilibrium.
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23 June 2017
Categories:
insusceptible, nature,
Form: Free verse
As we were drinking, crying, quarrelling -
Substance essential to life was produced.
We considered it a crisis
But in real life a real crisis
Is no quarrelling and "nothing" induced.
There were little answers, respectable -
Far less. Now for questions there's no motive.
How to make it fly unacceptable
Of meaning of life - Hi, Joseph! -
The meaning's insusceptible
To bribes, mobsters, laws or orders...
Categories:
insusceptible, relationship,
Form: I do not know?