POEM: SCRIPTED CHAOS
You say you
Don’t believe
In love
Covered in spirit
Or skin
As you drop the hammer
Into nails making an example of
What you hate
Buried within hatred
Is the pure breath
Of oxygen’s author
You can’t see
What is within you
Until you ponder
With all the weight
Your mind can offer
Until all else but pain
Remains and you
Trace the shape of the scar
Even in an unloving act
Is an echoing cavern
Reminding you
There is another place
Where love could melt
Nails into bells
(Unite stones into wells)
Singing into depths
Defined as
Reality
Reality?
Is it really everything
We can touch
Taste smell or see?
What part of us
Senses when we are in bad
Company?
Or working in a stifled place?
What part of us pulls us
(Who we were are and will be)
To the mountains
To the ocean
So the powers surround
The length of our reach?
What part of us misses
The songs we dismissed
When they first kissed our ears
Then nibbled
Until we pushed them away
When our beloved boundaries eroded
But now...
That part of us melts
When anything a score away
(Faint smells, sights, sounds, sayings)
Floats back to us
(Again with the melting!)
But with time comes a hardening
An inflexibility growing over our minds
As something otherworldly
Beckons us to return
And be molten and fluid
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Chaos in the most beautiful way great work