Drop grains onto the mandala,  like bricks on castle walls.
Form your words into a poem,  turn that poem into song.
But Entropy still sings a tune who's sound becomes each now.
Like a pendulum wields springs,  losing energy each swing.
Like Sparta wielded kings,  directional and proud.
We face the winds of space and time and entropy unbowed.

Ordo ab chao,  Grana Tao.
Ordo ab chao,  Order and Rhyme.

Order and Rhyme.
Order and Rhyme.
Order and Rhyme per unit time.
Conscious witness,  entropic shrine.
The un-veiled eye can see the next line.
In rivers of space and layers of time.
Through twisting, rotating orbital lines.
We face the winds of space and time.
Counting the nows with Order and Rhyme.
Ordo ab chao,  Grana Tao.
Ordo ab chao,  Order and Rhyme.