dis or re order

 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…