“ Chaos ” ~ betwixt was and be ~

 

If gallimaufry

Finds in oddity

Chaos to be me,

It’s but betwixt

A was and be,

Aspiring by degree

To surface real

 And rather orderly…

 

Thus so this chaos

That was me,

Existentialistic curl

Of earlier survival,

Did so lead

To chaotic disarray

Filled with hollows, 

And complexities

In murky shadows,

Then order of the day…

     

Sentient in fashion,

Like an automaton

Vacantly in shallows,

I reach out for reality

To still this life of chaos!