To surmise surprise in exuberance of excellence
Clothed in beauty, horror, joy or simple efficiency
Is to steal relevance from vast fields of continuity,
Make prominence in peak glories of delight
To defeat time’s bland dry desert sterility.
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Day and day and day laminate in most predictable succession,
Dependabilities of habit, securities that presume the known
In a universe of exploding stars, of endless black hole appetite,
Where angry skies can randomly spit voltage disaster,
The edge of catastrophe awaits with predatory patience.
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Since human value is rooted in the tapestries of human necessities,
And there is, outside of life itself, no goal to happenstance,
The interlock of field interchange is no guide to provide a standard
To chronologies. Means and ends tumble out of trends of possibility.
And possibility has no mind for cruelty or tendency to be kind
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There is no awe in the second law, it progresses unceasingly to do
And undo whirlwinds and flowers, galaxies and apple pies and that look
Of a child’s surprise when a peacock spreads its magnificent fan of eyes.
The threads of incident are self woven, no genius in ingredients required.
Life and death are one to be done and undone again and again and again.
Jan Sand here 