Forever in ellipses, whirling eclipses.

As the world slowly shatters,

Brought down in holy matters.

The collapsing soul sees tatters

Of the universe it had imagined,

Quanta infinitely collapsing.

Probability in mad fashion.

If not for chaos, we’ll be robots,

Processes in the machine

Given up to unholy greed,

Seeking something felt but unseen.

What is life without green?

Not money, but leaves,

From trees and from weeds.

Nurtured by ignorant beasts,

Forgotten, the forests we seek.

Where life can be plain,

As dances in rain.

Musing on beauty of clouds.


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