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in ordered realms where patterns hold their sway,
i find myself drawn to chaos's dance,
where randomness and chance come out to play,
and certainty yields to circumstance.
through entropy's wild and untamed heart,
new forms emerge from formless void below,
like markets crashing, then a fresh start,
or spring flowers pushing through the snow.
in chaos theory's butterfly effect,
small changes ripple out across the sphere,
creating paths we cannot yet detect,
until their consequences appear.
in this disorder, there's a hidden grace:
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