Sequence

That peaceful space in the eye,

the eye of the storm,

that spot right there,

the binding knot between forever or never,

where everything is still,

like a drop suspended above the ocean of dreams,

when dreams may come

and nothing goes;

yet, without motion,

it’s only light on a photo-sensitive surface;

your boat moans orgasmic as the maelstrom assaults,

hold tight:

all we have is the now!

Is

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!

Helpless Pastiche

This is the way it all crumbles,
This is the way it all crumbles,
This is the way it all crumbles,
Not in a roar but in silence
And the Universe couldn't care less,
For that icy light under a bloated sun!

No surprise, no wonder if this season,
Will put another crucifixion in the face of reason.
No reason on the cross if their poison tipped dark nails,
Will dig deep through bloodred pathways, but cannot find the trails.

No mistery, no puzzle if these empty undying days,
Will bring forth chameleons, caught in wretched tragedy plays.
No tragedy on this stage if the spectator's smile,
Will turn into comedy the web like game so vile.

No strangeness and no awe if this very moment,
Births another cockroach, a soul grain eating rodent.
No feeding on the heart rat crawls if the cat like mind,
Lies at that doorstep - hunting, while seeming nice and kind.