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.
There is always more than seems to be
Perversity can become a university.
Where expectation can be jammed
And creativity unloads, explodes
In the protest
“I’ll be damned!”