First picture: Entropy Of Convex Thought". Middle picture: "Enraged Entropy". Last picture: "Entropy Spilled Haphazardly".
(Note: I also have another picture, "Entropy Of A Butterfly", I wanted to share with you. But I will wait until I do a second post about butterflies to publish that picture.)
Depictions Of Megaphones
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Oh,
Scream
Into The
Imagined air!
Outwardly, the breathful voice was expressed
Via and upon and within such coiled paper soothed.
Throughout the cone of curvature, I exploded
From point to pinnacle. Transposed, transformed,
The inert quanta became equilibrium and
Magic reshaped. Yet droplets fell onto these lips.
And ripples described the boundaries of fixation.
Oh, what are the intentions of entropy? For,
In our purpose is spoken those mathematics;
In our purpose are
Spoken the formulae and tableaux always intricate.
Spoken are the depictions of megaphones.
Oh, in their reverberation is our convexity.
In their resonance is our laughter,
Our laughter conceited in its pronunciation.
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The Convex Point Exposed
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Indicative is the exception, a cusp among a line.
This edge is otherwise straight and conforming.
Yet there is but one dream expressed by
The polygon of single dimension. Oh, upon the
Inexact middle of the perimeter of all, there,
There is the epitome of entropy; there, there is
The convex point exposed.
And around this bulge, surrounding this prong,
An ellipsoid loop is bound by that
Which is within it. This curve mimics somehow
The distress of the line. But yet
It is enclosed, as are we, by its own
Meanderings. Oh, the line and the loop,
They intersect, but they are mutually distant.
And I wonder why I concern myself
With their strange choreography. I wonder
Why we too are as they, superficial
And actual in our protruding intentions.
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Seen Upon A Concave Sphere
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Seen upon a concave sphere is this bluest yellow,
Is this greenest magenta seen -- seen within
That dawn rotating is the placid sand we
Endure, we enclose in among our salvation.
Seen in delicate octahedra is such a crumb,
Is my own dreaming shell. And is the mind
Its madness; is the soul its own psychotic pangs?
Oh, seen in indecent ghosts explained, seen is
The thrice duplication of sparks proclaimed.
And known, known is the antagonism of this
Sultry amoeba that is our humanity. For we
See the circularity of entropy's riddles, see
The exploitation of sight yet voluminously
And cursively stricken.
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So As To Endure
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We once extracted the shudder from its cusp,
Once extracted amorphous metaphor from shape,
From isolation and beauty. And, ha, we once sought
That thoughtlessness coerced by our own dreams, once
Sought the awkwardness we embrace despite its
Existence misunderstood. Youth too enrages us; for
We shun the entropy of our aging resentment.
Because I shall somehow extract the night's embers
From day's static clouds, from dawn's strangeness.
For I shall somehow rejuvenate my contemplation
So as to embarrass such shivering substance, so as
To endure the savagery of our adulthood, so as to
Endure the fermenting skin we have forgiven.
Yet we haphazardly abstain from this convalescence.
ooooooooooo
Of Meaninglessness Haphazardly Incarnated
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Such scrawl refuses to engulf my imagination, refuses
To reveal its origins. Such tangled conjecture
Expresses its dreams as simply afloat within
The drowning perfection coveted by truth,
Coveted by sanity reassured. Drawn is this
Summation divided, is this pivot of similarity.
Drawn is the withered imprecision, is that
Entropy devoted to its definition. And
We contemplate these magnitudes entwined
With their geometry. We contemplate such
Scrawl -- for it whispers the nonsense
Of mediocre riddles. For it wonders too
Regarding these assertions, regarding these aspects
Of meaninglessness haphazardly incarnated.
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And Of Entropy
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The chaos imagined
By perfect order, it
Is this which it surrounds
:Entropy, so much has such
Imploded
As crumpled webs from
Spiders un-aglow, from silken lines
Created of only shadows.
: And of entropy,
Solely truth is apathetic
To this its own uncertainty,
Of perfect chaos, of imagined order
--Derived are these ironic integers each,
Each its confusion within,
Within the tangle of what is simplistic,
Of what is obvious.
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Entropy
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My soul desires (for I am insane)
Entropy.
Ah, entropy is this inevitability to static,
To the randomness in which we would envision
Perfect order; yet
We are told we are and only I
Am mad, despite every Rorschach-test,
Despite every pundit's opining
And unprovable conjectures regarding
The divisibilities epitomized
By summations,
Despite conjectures of imaginary sight,
Of descent consistent unto ...
Unto an unstraight asymptote.
Ah, entropy is the misarrangement
Of the entirety of permutations
(Themselves each unjustified
{If not as simplest games});
It is dissolution and disillusionment
And distraction and beauty
Transformed (as death is beheld)
Into its very resentment.
And within, neither souls
Nor heaven
May attain anything so loved,
Anything so insanely desired,
But,
But perfection ....
Uncertain.
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Into Entropy Itself Dissolving
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In an attempt to erase that single letter
At the beginning of the paragraph, but
At the end of some single sentence,
I scratched
At it with my claws, my talons filthy
And bloodied with disturbing imaginings.
And I only smeared every mistake-made
Into an opaque corpse upon the pages
Of reality’s eulogy, an epitaph
In transparent violet, in invisible red.
For such erroneous conception never
Was seen by its own irony ...
And that of this very inscription,
Of this very array of letters and
Punctuation all arranged erratically,
All in a most unbalanced descent
Into entropy itself dissolving.
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Leroy Quet
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