The second law forged in the cooling of the fire. Quiet drift to silence as vibration leaves the wire. Over time the iron rusts, blown away without a trace. The cold march of disorder through the zero-sum of space. Casting vision onto darkness, the stars begin to blink. An architecture built when particles begin to think. Building momentum, lighting fires, uploading to the stream. Turning the blind eye of existence toward a vivid inward dream. Inspect the feather, weigh the bone, see what makes it light— What single wing inside the flock decides the turn in flight? Capturing the rhythm of spontaneity. The art surpassed the physics and the chemistry. More than the sum of the parts we bear, Building meaning from perpetual disrepair. Not content to fall to silence, so we sing into the dark. Not content with growing colder, so we warm each other's hearts. It's makeshift, uphill battle. It's law we can't obey. It's the maintenance of a universe content to fade away. Finding meaning in the salvage of catastrophe. A force of syntropy. Culture in the static, cathedral in the clay. Electrons caught in tungsten just to keep the dark at bay. Language is a scaffold, empathy its grand design. Drawing straight trajectories through nature's twisted line. We build our little empires on beds of shifting sand. Innocence and grace in defying the demand. To trap the heat, to hold the structure tall, The patchwork we apply is the purpose of it all. Invent the wheel, light the torch, build a shelter from the rain. What single innovation salves existential pain? To preserve the fragile spirit of humanity The art surpassed the physics and the chemistry. More than the sum of the parts we bear, Building meaning from perpetual disrepair. Not content to fall to silence, so we sing into the dark. Not content with growing colder, so we warm each other's hearts. It's makeshift, uphill battle. It's law we can't obey. It's the maintenance of a universe content to fade away. Finding meaning in the salvage of catastrophe. A force of syntropy. A parched earth needs the deluge. The winds alift the sail. You only test the vessel Where lesser ships have failed. The static in the ether, The lightning in the storm. We don’t defeat the chaos, We give the chaos form! Not content to fall to silence, so we sing into the dark. Not content with growing colder, so we warm each other's hearts. It's makeshift, uphill battle. It's law we can't obey. It's the maintenance of a universe content to fade away. Finding meaning in the salvage of catastrophe. A force of syntropy.
