Sore Tail and All

Sore Tail and All

In the beginning were many words, a seeming infinity of words, a seeming infinity of everything, especially possibilities. Eternity among them. It was, but not everywhere, or every when, or to everyone. For that to have been the serpent would have had to win but instead it became the worm ouroboros, sore tail and all.

Instead, the primordial became a taught line although originally it had been part of a loose unilineal web stretching from chaos to order.

The more order wrenched at the original but ever changing pattern, the more the web lost cohesion and dimension, the more colors were leached into shades of grey until finally choice became merely bipolar. The inchoate, turned inside out, disappeared and only stasis, temporal and physical, remained; entropy died and with it, everything finally ended.

Perfect order triumphant.

How sad.
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© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2016; all rights reserved

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