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Marty's Poetry - 6. Entropy
As I was studying sciences, I began to consider that it may well be that there is no universal truth, simply because the universe itself is changing.
ENTROPY
Walking asleep in the cool morning breeze.
Being awakened by the soft sweet smell
of the rain as it fell in my eyes.
And listening to the sun as it rose in the skies...
...I jumped onto a three-wheeled bus
which some unskilled painter
had painted vivid green.
Giving the conductor my fivepence-halfpenny,
I asked him
"Does this taxi go to Truth?"
And, handing me my ticket,
he replied
"All trains go to Truth eventually."
But I did not believe him.
For the sign on the tram read
"Marble Arch."
So....
as the plane rose into the air,
I leaned back in my seat,
watched the harbour lights
slip slowly below the horizon,
and drifted gently back to sleep...
...to dream of scrap-yards.
- 7
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