The Chaos Theory that is my life
Rose E. Grier
As the sunlight hours reveal
bright facets of light
through the hazy gauze sheer,
I try to retrieve a little bit more of my soul
as it reveals itself to me at a pace of
one spectrum a day...or more if I’m sharp enough.
I pray to sty in this moment
that is now
and ever changing.
An ebb and flow of things that appear real
and just may not be.
To question it all is to waste that instant.
A disorderly order.
No premise.
A life so filled with
Diametrically opposed input.
Confusion coupled with presumption.
Anarchy married to speculation.
Surmised conjecture whipping turmoil
out of the guessing every one of us do
to make sense of “it all”.
Why?
The biggest question becomes
moot when I look
at the big picture
as the objective observer.
It is so easy to get swept into the vortex
that is life.
She is so madly filled with the
loud commotion of pandemonium.
Assumptions and unruliness beckon
me forcing me to query my direction.
Love stands up for her rights without assumption,
casting no doubt, my soul moves on.
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