the whole chaotic universe belies
the myth of order crafted from our word
they say that space expands and time it flies
but questioning the purpose is absurd
no rule is absolute yet none are free
the closest we can come is to unwind
all meaning to a singularity
and make of every galaxy a mind
imposing order drives all artifice
creating art and all our poetry
the closer the center things fall apart
cohesion battered here flattened event
horizons split open reveal vistas
liminal one foot threshold take the next
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