SECRETS OF THE UNIVERSE

Hindsight is foresight
in reverse,
the future,
by virtues past,
made perverse.

Confusion is logic
turned on end,
that reason,
escapable,
cannot befriend.

Chance is calculation,
faithfully acquired.
Though luck minus structure
is to most, uninspired.

And death is but life
without breath
and unending.
Time’s natural order
not withstanding.