Every time I sit and write, it's entropy in the poemOrganized from scattered lightEvery time I hear your voice, I sublimate the meaning of choice in lifeEvery line is a chaos dramatized, a negotiating gently conquer love and fateFrom the cave, I breathe the world, I ride the waveI build a temple of love, unfurledEven disintegration calls, a whisper in the broken wallsEvery fall a sacred sign, a perfect lossBy design, you speakAnd I begin to bend, not to break but just transcendThere's structure in the soft collapse, truth revealed in thunderclapsEntropy is not the end, I fear thatIt's the shape of truthWhen the veil is clearFor us to see it endEnd