Dragging’s Not Playing Behind

The simplest term coined
For the most basic
Of dynamical

Systems names one thing,
One kind of return
On complexity,

But you never know
If repetition
In that rhythmic tense

Converges toward
A perfect cycle
Or bounces around

Chaotic patterns.
The secret may be
That its rules aren’t rules,

And the purest ring
Of return can’t stop
Those changes that shift

The algorithm,
As it were, itself.
It’s never the same

Period, the same
Orbit, the exact
Same of anything.

It’s not time marching
On and over you.
Time can’t stop drifting.