This gorgeous liquid light
Spilling over the horizon
Dripping onto our buildings and flooding our streets
Mixing with the river to make some devious potion

This golden, rosy, saturated sky
Folding over into the ethereal plane
Mending the gap between this very earth
And the heavens

Cutting open the clouds to let the angels fall
And greet us with golden wings
Bringing halos of our own as gifts;
settlements and apology for being gone so long
And so distant into the clouds

The natural tendency of energy and matter to become dispersed or disorganized.
The principle of chaos.

If nothing can be created nor destroyed, then where oh where has my mind gone?

Where has my soul gone?

Has it left my body and my bones?
Has my soul seeped into the nothingness surrounding me,
into the deep, hot, misty darkness?

Has my mind escaped?
Escaped into the burning white fire,
destroyed into ash, only to preserve itself.

My mind. Sane. I'm going insane.
and my soul, oh how numb it has become.

They leave me, gone to someplace.

Dispersed; they disperse. Without me - disorganized.

Only to find no one; they float. they drift on.

Me: body, mind, and soul.
My mind: lost, my soul: dark.
But what of my body?

What of my entirety? What of my entity?
Entropy.