
i sometimes wonder if it’s truly entropy or just restlessness some need to make anew each moment so many paths to take creation grows bored with my being thinks she can better this body and the next and the next and the next matter being the boundary and so thus time is short like a child with side-walk chalk is this changeless fluctuation brushing off this tenebrous star to color smudged corners in luminous youth wiping clear that gossamer string to set coruscating symphonies shivering through dulled substance forever fertile but finite in time and space ebullient and pulsating imagination yet so little time for her art no, i do not believe all tends to chaos for there is no breaking that does not persist in making no dis to universal order merely re…
©Elizabeth Anker 2022
