Chaos Theory



Snow yielding to rain,

Order bowing to chaos,

A theory of everything spinning

Just out of reach,

In between the miniscule

And the magnificent,

A dance of two black holes,

Caught in a lover’s embrace –

The universe’s perfection,

Broken at its infinite bounds,

Like a circle curving



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A poet driven by the quill, a dreamer of impossible dreams, a lover of that which the world has deemed unlovable. We're all stories in the end. This is mine.

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