EX NIHILO

                      What is it needs exploring in this verse
                      That only rhyme and meter may disburse,
                      Some subject by meandering to be found
                      As if it were just lying on the ground
                      Just waiting for a passerby to see
                      Then cast into a new reality?

                      The very subject I’ve discovered now
                      By just such random circumstance is how
                      There seems to be implicit Providence
                      That out of randomness engenders sense.

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