Monday, 15 November 2010

χάος

Inevitability flew like the big black bulbous cloud you are,
Beyond my ability to stretch and capture you in a bell jar.
Should we cement you to reality or embody you to our eye?
Build you with stones and our wasted bones, because
Your roaming mysteries are the reason for our bodies.

Slip and slide through our clumsy fingers, the fun is in the
Chase and all we ever do is run after you. Try to tail your
Teasing whispers, do we hold on for dear life or let you be?
When you're unveiled and naked in our glory, doubtful of
You're purpose just like me, shall we leave our origin to inevitability?

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