The force of my destruction rests,

Watching the tiny cracks appear,

Watching the tower start to lean.

Many people cannot see

The hidden chaos

Rising to reclaim them.

I can.

It’s the first thing that I see.

So beautiful,

The entropy rumbling from within,

Shaking the order to its beginnings,

Shaking the sex and the energy free

To demolish the set patterns,

And liberate the minds 

Of the people who will to be devotees 

Of the entirety of life,

And not just the sun,

But the moon and the night

And the fun,

And the engaging meaninglessness of some of it.

-jenn