Entropy: a measurement of disorder,
the degree to which I am held together,
loosely bound, zooming particles.
A measurement for everything,
even love and darkness,
the kinds of things you carry deep inside.
I daydream of equilibrium systems,
the double arrows implying balance, stasis.
Le Chatelier came up with the idea
of these systems adjusting-
no matter what you do to them
they return eventually to equilibrium.
Their flexibility blows my mind,
like a navy brat who moves to a
new town every year, always changing,
always returning to equilibrium, stability.
My system is imbalanced,
headlights in the dark, tears that scatter your
sight into starbursts of color.
I have no stasis, no equilibrium to return to.
My disorder is immeasurable.
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