Entropy
Poetry fills my hands at the thought of you
It burns my fingers until the heat is conducted through graphite
Starting a fire on paper, releasing
the internal energy through friction
I am no longer under the conviction
Of a silent mind
Writing is volume as it fills the pale space
Volume is violence that transforms into verses
The universe feels this burst of entropy
Poetry is increasingly disorderly
Chaos is no longer fiction as the sheet
suffers this friction
Secrets given to God projected onto
paper, putting motions in my
Emotions, kicking my heart out of rest
Poetry is decompression as pressure turns into air
I share this entropy with you