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Date Added: October 08, 2013 00:10:57 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Resting in his arms, she feels the universe cooling.
All the photons grow hazy and soft
like the starlight is made from the dust of chalk,
and the particles are tumbling
and breaking apart, atom by atom,
along a long, low, gravitic curve,
chased down by every memory—a curve
into the smallest nothing, the cooling
remnants of her last unbroken atom.
Her landing at the base of it is soft,
amid dizzying, tumbling
echoes and falling snow like chalk.
And the color of chalk
is the color of everything, horizon's curve
vast, pale, a monument to the tumbling
down of all she's built, all she's been, to the cooling
of her sun. Underneath it are the soft
noises of grief, and the split atom
which gave its power for her life—an atom
of humble, powdery chalk.
Hands cradle her, soft
and rough and warm also, at the curve
of her throat where her skin is cooling.
She's tumbling,
Her vision has shrunk to a single atom
of blue light, cooling
her bones, drying her skin to the brittleness of chalk;
somewhere beyond the earth's empty curve
are the lost sounds of her own soft
footfalls. They were soft
like rain and pine needles and tumbling,
drifting leaves that curve
and curl on themselves, protecting from the scattered light the only atom
that survives while the rest of her fades to lifeless chalk—
—hands against her cheeks, cooling
them, in anguish matching their curve, cooling
against them in turn. Her body is tumbling apart, only chalk
now—soft, dissipating, and matching her in dying, atom for atom.
Author's Notes:
Sestina. Probably goes with the other two most recent ones. I've officially got no idea where these are coming from or going to.
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Comment By: PremiumDavid Turner on December 2, 2013 08:34:56 AM Report

Hi Jessica, A technical scientific point. Entropy is not about cooling. Technically its units are energy (joules) per degree  of temperature = J/Aş Entropy is always increasing. When it reaches a maximum all the Universe will be at the same temperature and so it will be impossible to extract energy from anything and the Cosmos will hve come to a state of total stasis - nothing will or can happen. Think of a hydroelectric system in which a large reservoir of water is being discharged into a lake to create electricity. As more and more electricity is created the level of the lake rises until it is at the same level as the reservoir. At this point no more water flow occurs, no more electricity can be generated and the system has reached its maximum entropy. Essentially rising entropy means rising temperature until the whole universe is at the same temperature. The poem still works I am sure if you change it to the correct scientific view of entropy. At maximum entropy all atoms have turned into iron, all light is at the same tempearure as the background radiation - essentially very dark infra red light. All atoms have not separated but combined into molecules like water and carbon dioxide that cannot be broken down without some energy input.


Sorry - I am just a scientific pedant:-)


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