Just a function of quid pro quo, reason seems to indulge in all forms of order to encapsulate,

Conclusions fit for life as a wave function, beneath miniscule particles of a probability in persistence,

Interactions of it all held captive by an active decline to a point from whence it all came into being significant,

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Edges on to an adrenaline drive, a cumulative grasp of the now escapes from this entropy,

All things considered, and all deterrent possibilities conflagrated, it’s reach remains irreverent,

Through one emergency into the next consequence of life’s need to pursue ashes that need be reborn

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Chaos has its harmony set in stone in the processes played out by it’s parts senseless & blind,

‘Synced in’ or confused, the losses are an addiction taking hold on spontaneity committed to decline,

In inadequacy or gratuitous diligences, a finite thin line is traversed within the gravity of loosing hold on anothers limits,

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Reality unsettling though it may be, is grounded by the perspective granted neath their rock bottoms,

Entropy as it devours, improves the odds of synergy in primitive systems of a metered dose society,

In it’s purest form, everyone must be saved, but not everyone will be, & life’s function is to blame.

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