A Poem About Entropy

The poem reflects on the inevitability of entropy and the unstoppable passage of time. It portrays the universe as a silent, impartial accountant that disperses energy and dissolves order.

Despite this cosmic inevitability, life and consciousness stubbornly create things, fully aware that the universe’s end will come. It highlights the tension between human creativity and the relentless march of disorder.

Cosmic Tax

We can borrow a little order,
as if shaping meaning in the vastness.
But the universe demands its toll —
every form bends to dissolution.

Each star is a brilliant loan,
paying interest in light and heat.
The cosmos records, in silence,
every spark that dares to deny the dulling.

Nothing is lost, yet everything disperses,
in noise, in shadow, in stellar dust.
Entropy is the law that never forgets,
the debt that no one can ever repay.

And still, we create — stubbornly —
music, machines, entire realities.
Knowing the end will be cold and mute,
when even time gives up counting.