Poetry: Against Entropy

By John M. Ford The worm dri­ves heli­cal­ly through the wood And does not know the dust left in the bore Once made the table inte­gral and good; And sud­den­ly the crys­tal hits the floor. Elec­trons find their paths in sub­tle ways, A mass­less eddy in…

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