To pull within the tides wake.
To hear thrashing of thunder above.
As the rain, thick and concrete,
dribbles down one’s face.
Continuous and overwhelming.
But is it truly random?
Isn’t it actually finite?
Just another algorithm created by the mind?
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Author:
Butter :3 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Day 7, You know what they say about entropy :3
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Comments2
Butter, this has a wonderfully unsettled energy to it. The weather, the motion, the pressure...everything feels chaotic, but the poem keeps asking whether that chaos is really as random as it appears. Strong piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
:3 rather kind of you to say
Nothing random in Newtonian physics or under laws of synchrony as proposed by Carl Jung, neither in magic's paradigm written in Alister Crowley's Migick in Theory and Practice. Only in Quantum Theory is random considered. Nicely written
:3 thanks
Most welcome
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