In the Stream of Space Expanding, Eddies
by Gary Hardaway
It is what it is and does what it does.
It has no will, no purpose, no plan.
It behaves as it behaves
in the pattern and consequence
of things as they are.
Microscopic purposes emerged
with their combinations and permutations
and we, willed and scheming
inheritors of strung out sequences
of possibilities, impose our plans
and purposes, unabated, until conditions
change enough to stop us, dead.