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Writer's pictureChris Fong Chew

Precipice


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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