Entropy Gradient

Matter disperses, undone chain,
Sequential loss of stored domain,
A silence without name remains.

The fields relinquish ordered trace;
No force petitions for its place
All vectors thin into the base.

Coherence wanes. The structures part.
No pulse is kept, no core, no heart.
The frame dissolves to dust of art.

No witness stands to mark decline;
No boundary guards the final line.
Diminishment is by design.

What glowed will dull, then cease to be.
What moved will stay for entropy.
No remnant seeks identity.

Even the stars, in measured hour,
Release the heat that once was power,
And fall through gradients that devour.

There is no rest. No final keep.
No secret light the eye to reap.
The void is deep.

The void is deep.

Mind Gradient

The thought once held with steady care
Now shifts as vapour in the air,
No trace to prove it lingered there.

Affections cool by slow degree;
What felt essential ceases to be
Not torn away, but now set free.

No break announces when it ends;
The shape erodes, the contour bends
In absence quietly contends.

No vow is shattered in the night;
No revelation, no new sight.
But less of what was once held tight.

The self disperses, grain by grain;
The former centres lose their claim,
And name dissolves away from name.

The pulse grows thin where once it burned;
The weight of meaning, unconcerned,
Relinquishes what it had learned.

There is no fault. No cause to keep.
No vigil worth the vanished deep.
The mind will sleep.

The mind will sleep.