Entropy. Quiddity.

Robert Ronnow
The Imaginary i

Entropy. Quiddity.

My anonymity runs deep. The world
without the self. What a relief! Simple
sky blue belief. Simple as this headache.
Truth, laws, physics. God’s first and only words,
wafer-thin old moss-covered stones. Amen
to men. Where a man is at no matter what.
Now and then a baseball game, night of love.
Knowing to whom, for whom, one is bespoke.
It’s a simple secret shared, longevity,
watching for the smoke to be black or white.
Keeping busy, forgetting to fear death,
giving up desiring to be touched,
belonging to the loved ones and wooful war,
it too may be a sign to go on alone.