You cannot make chaos become you,
When all that you are screams the silent roar
Of a single cell that has built itself into something else
And through all the aeons of indifference still grows /
grows still,
Something unbeknownst, yet:
Chaos is not, never!
To swim in that sea of rage is the baptizing of order,
Life’s solitary raft – definition.
Time is a nuissance / time is a gift,
Entropy’s flow through that ocean – negation.
Nothing is order, forever!
Fires raging over creation and the carrying wind has no
master.
DNA is one big lie that got clever,
And all the math,
All the numbers and letters cannot quantify,
Because: ”to live” is insanity, on those charred fields of
nothing!
