I see evening sunbeamsstealing through the sky’s seams —I wonder what it means. Are they the streamsof forgotten cosmic dreamsbreaking freefrom the atmosphere’sholy levees? Or are they the cloud’s reamsof unpublished themesabout nature’s unforeseen extremes? Here on my hilltop’s mezzanine,pondering the world’s self-esteem,I wonder if we live betweenthe surreal supremeand the planet’s last scheme. Editor: ...

Entropy is always increasing in a closed system. The chaos, the collisions, the madness surges through the neural pathways until there’s nothing left, but the ashes of an overworked brain.   I’m maneuvering in a pool of great struggle, gripping onto what little sanity is around me, only to discover that the waves may reach out ...