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It is you – again!?

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  

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Kap Kirwok

Kap Kirwok (Kap) creatively combines his duties as a writer and strategist to contemplate the mysteries of the human experience. He writes not to sell but to tell tales to himself.