random blobs of power expressed as that which we all disregard,ordered states of nature on a scale that no one thinks about,don’t speak to me of anarchy of peace or calm revolt,man, we’re in a play of slow decay orchestrated by boltzmann,it’s entropy, it’s not a human issue,entropy, it’s a matter of course,entropy, energy at all levels,entropy, from it you can not divorceand your pathetic moans of suffrage tend to lose all significance,extinction, degradation;the natural outcomes of our ordered lives,power, motivation; temporary fixtures for which we strive,something in our synapses assures us we’re okbut in our disquilibrium we simply can not stay,it’s entropy……a stolid proposition from a man unkempt as I,my affectatious I can not rectify,but we are out of equilibrium unnaturally,a pang of consciousness of deathand then you will agree