Chaos – shapeless, irregular uncertainty
Behold, it struts, prances, and pirouettes
It grabs pain and together
they twirl and whirl
into a future fierce tornado
Oh, teardrop, what happened?
I thought you were an orphan
You had a twin called pain
Now this, a surging ache to burst
the banks of my lacrimal lake
And yet, this too is something
This, too is nothing
Neither backward nor forward
This creation-destruction loop
Fleeting. Forming. Unforming. Endless
