I always find myself waiting
On the edge of a precipice, inert,
Waiting for something, anything
To set me into motion
Newton's law dictates that
An object in motion
Stays in motion
An object at rest
Stays at
Rest.
In a frictionless world, this would be true
Glide across the surface, the tiniest
Push, sends us flying–
But we live in a world of friction,
Entropic systems that continue to
Spread energy across, slowly
Falling into chaos
Friction, stopping motion, killing inspiration.
Slam the brakes, fly through
The window, glass shattering, an
Entropic system as energy
Spreads through the
Air, with you, for a moment
Flying, landing, crashing
Breaking.
I find myself waiting, on the
Edge of a precipice, inert,
Waiting for someone, something
To push me, pull me, off
Into the entropic unknown…
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