there is a
subtle genius
to inefficiency
a spark
igniting
bursts of
creativity
in the moments
where productivity
lapse
the mind
wanders
adjunct art
appears
scribbling
schrödinger’s
poetry
into the aether
unquantified
by anything
but the cold
sterile eye
of eternal
emptiness
forever left
unacknowledged
flaring
before returning
to motes
of stardust
settling at
the bottom
of the sea