Poscietry

Little by little and day by day
The Universe fritters itself away
As gases mix, as starlight wanes,
Til randomness alone remains.

As rivers flow, as nations meet,
All order slowly turns to heat.
You can't escape the great decline–
Disorder is the world's design.

So who am I to buck the odds
And flout disorder-loving Gods?
It's for this reason, I confess,
I always leave my desk a mess.

~ Michael Cowan, JIR, 1982