Chaos and Time
Sinister yet sublime
Could it be mine?
Who’s to say when
Or why
Is it Chaos
Or Time
That dictates the stars
And the sand
My calendar says its time
To go to the show
Its two past red
On a lovely
Meticulously arranged and ordered
24-hour period
We try to mold
And arrange
And ceaselessly attempt to understand
The thing we cannot touch
The never-ending, melting
Uncontrollable march
Of everything unfolding and refolding
From chaos to chaos
And nothing to nothing