Modern Atonality
Out of the caress of life
slowly like some newborn, but also water
A stream, slowly making its way, logically, to the sea.
Bit by bit, condensing in little pools
Which by force of nature push down into the crevaces of earth,
or windblown, scattered to void by the howling sheer.
But as the storm blows wide, the chaos of ripples
and windsheer might overwhealm;
But order, somehow at the molecular seems paramount in keeping.
For in that chaotic soup of wild winds and water spray
extends a clockwork, deep down. Barely perceptible to perception,
yet integral to everything
Atoms in spiral to nanometic parsecs
Minute measurings of unbelevable precision
Flowing liquid like time.
Bit by bit, condensing in little pools
of blood.
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