I wish there were mysteries in the obvious
And sense refrained from making sense;
I wish patterns didn't succumb to laws,
But intersected their own evolution - like us.
Or rather, as we used to do
Before it all came crashing down,
And turned amorphous.
Apply your quench, bring out the toolbox,
Make your measurements
For we have aged, like broken things do.
What of this new discovery, I wonder!
Magnets, frozen like forgotten melodies
Disorder, wavelengths and relaxation -
Nothing that I haven't heard of, or ignored.
And yet, through a series of holocausts
Love and life find a way; a common way.
Tomorrow, we dive deeper; into the madness
Of memories and promises; stability and vortices
To seek further, to seek nothingness
To answer
Unwarranted self doubts and the same grievances.
To tomorrow, we toast; To tomorrow, we pray
Tomorrow never comes but you have, today.
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