Except the butterfly
Can’t will the tornado,
Can’t direct the cyclone—
It’s your past you see has
Sensitive dependence
On its conditions
Leading it to diverge
Yawningly from itself—
Nonlinearity
Won’t follow the intent
Of wings of butterflies—
Chaos carrying on
In consequence of you
Can’t be something you choose.
Sunday, November 13, 2022
You Will Change Your World
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