The structure is always structuring itself,
but we creatures of breath and clay
we disassemble in the wild naturally.
We craft the tools of our saving
not because we are clever like Odysseus
but because we are scared as children
who watch unbelievingly as the world
puts itself together around us,
and come to realize how it never
really had us in mind to begin with.
It’s no wonder why what we fear most
is a system that seeks its own perfection.
Who knows better than we how
effortlessly the human race is done in
by something as absent as entropy.