Chisel (an acrostic poem)

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Carving out meaning out of random noise

He looked for patterns in chaos

It was delusional to even think there was order in there, somewhere

Smiling, he used a hammer to knock off the edges, cutting his way deeper

Even as the chips flew, and the entropy increased, a shape began to coalesce

Leaving his mark on the world out of stone even as his dull tool fell from even duller fingers