My body is a drop
of matter in the great cascade
A little pyre that burns atop
the soil in an entropic haze
These hands were granted me
without my warrant or entreating
but by its whims, necessity
sets all our hearts to beating
See that's the thing with entropy,
you cannot force it in reverse
make use of your short time to be
we burn like tinder to the hearse
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 9:05 PM UTC
My body is a drop
of matter in the great cascade
A little pyre that burns atop
the soil in an entropic haze
These hands were granted me
without my warrant or entreating
but by its whims, necessity
sets all our hearts to beating
See that's the thing with entropy,
you cannot force it in reverse
make use of your short time to be
we burn like tinder to the hearse
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