Reductionist Theory Of Everything Poem by Patti Masterman

All vanished fragments of the quotidian day
Shrinking distances, shrinking farther away.
Overruling chaos, the daily pulsing parade
Of tiny well-formed characters, beginning to fade.

Fragmented life, wadded up, stuffed in niches:
Invitation codices, notifiers of bogus riches;
Hexagrammatical schemes, in blowing spring breezes:
Once-heartfelt greeting, some tangled vine seizes;

Rusty tin-nail, snares forgotten mail of mine;
Half-chewed in the burrow, never arrived Valentine.
Wide open spaces, of the painted halls
Hieroglyphic mazes, traps the verbage wall to wall.

Encoded in cursive practice pages,
Childish pride, and childhood rages.
Though the world is an archeological spoof
Random chance soon will eat up all the proof.