Ode to Xaos

Oh Xaos

    casting shadow on bright reason

    boiling chaotic oceans

    casting doubt on certain causation

    roiling cauldrons of emotion

Marauding and bedeviling

    coiling and taunting

        and stalking a thousand

            thousand millennia of trial and error

                tooth and nail

                pick and scrape

                malice and mercy

                truth and deceit

                force and concede

                recede and advance

                regret and rejoice

                forget and remember

                awake and ache …

Oh unconquered Monster

    stung with red intention

    ensnarled in abstraction

    gaffed with calculation

    entangled in deduction

Diving, diving

    deep below reason

        down below enlightenment

            seeking the incomprehensible Deep

            the numbing loss of memory

            the narcotic Entropy


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