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the arrow moves
both ways,
energy flowing
through systems
in infinite improbabilities.

entropy,
not a dying star,
but an endless unfolding—
expanding across the illusion
of time and space.

patterns and process,
atoms colliding,
molecules pinging
back and forth;
the great cosmic dance—

multitudes emerging,
manifestations
made real
through the lens
of each iris,

a flower in a field, 
waving with the wind,
a vast plain of light,
each petal dissolving
into boundless Love.

lex