That the universe does not reverse,

Revert in shape to what has been.

May seem a curse, not twist its spin

So that what comes out, rarely is alike

To what went in, displays instability,

An opportunity for creative utility

In twitching fate to relate maneuverability

In multiples of dimensions, diminutions

Of extensions, or perhaps, collapse.


Kaleidoscopic possibilities tumble out of time

To capture qualities of rapture or invite

Total blight. Inevitabilities are scarce to scare

Absolute securities to make them rare.

So, beware.

There is always more than seems to be

Out there.


Perversity can become a university.

Where expectation can be jammed

And creativity unloads, explodes

In the protest

“I’ll be damned!”


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