Entropy

   Entropy

 
 

The only space in which unending light

Occurs, spreads out, ideal, towards everywhere

Is in Jerusalem in Saint John’s sight

On Patmos.  Love of God has driven him spare,

Poor thing, a non-existent God (like all

Divinities), so madness makes much sense.

This Brothers Grimmisch city might enthrall

The prophet, gospel writer, leave him dense

To seeing truth, but we do not need that.

We live with facts, facts, facts.  Our facts do not

Require delusions.  Clarity goes splat

When truth is muddled in with mystic clot.

  Unending light does not exist.  The stars

    All die.  There will not even be memoirs.

Phillip Whidden