The expenditure of our energy, in relationship to work we understand clearly,
whether accomplished, or necessary but as yet undone.
Yet little note that which we expend on resistance,
opposing that to which we will not yield,
be it duty, gravity, or grace.
Seeing our lack of initiative far differently, than concession to anothers purpose.
Inertia is the aftermath of creative expression
while all we are and do and know
our vector and it’s afterglow.
Entropy, the womb-like darkness
surrounding this pebble of blue and green,
pulls our seed into a greatness
as yet unimaginable.