Patterns in the chaos
When order emerges
From disorder
I try not to mind
Immersion into chaos
When the irregular
Overcomes the regular
These are all
Fundamental states of being
And who am I
To argue with reality
I try not to mind
Immersion into chaos
When the irregular
Overcomes the regular
These are all
Fundamental states of being
And who am I
To argue with reality
They spread
Interact with the ripples of others
Creating interference
Patterns of confusion
They rise to become waves
Washing over the lives of others
Sometimes pummeling them
Like breakers on the shore
And I
I have run out of
Unsubtle intertwining alliterations
So I kick back
And enjoy this glorious moment
Revealing greens
And blues
Ambers and golds
While the clouds
So softly textured
Puffs of greys and whites
Is this the dawn of time?
Or apocalypse?
The beginning of life?
Or the end of it?
Were I to climb out
Upon this leafless bough
Would I be
Of Lilliputian dimension
The misty grey
Becomes a canvas
On which I create worlds
Heed artistry
Inscribe wisdom
Apply passion