divine chaos

erratic form

mimics the chaos

we continually endure

throughout our lives.

short,

poignant,

grasping its

nature

and

releasing it into the wild from whence

it came.

the very

essence

drowns us on

our own

bloated tongues.

it saturates our souls,

our nerves,

our undying grasp of hope

and tranquility and

our greater nature.

failing ourselves

leads to greatness

in cause;

to find what we’re meant to do –

who we’re meant to be,

our love affair with death,

our own personal tragedies.

moving forward always

sets you one step back.

the nature of endurance

at its very core.