Chaotica

suck in cold this black-silver tainted world, fine-woven from a billion words, till the mind twists and snap-bolts in hope-tumbling infinity. then cry-stand eternally in this knee-frozen sea to fist a reach clenched at forever: this damned unknowable mess.

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Brooke Dylan

Date: 5/11/2014 9:02:00 AM

This world can be beautiful and a damned unknowable mess... at the same time... what an awesome poem with so much truth that it is shocking.. love your poetry hugs and much luv Brooke

Paul Callus

Date: 4/27/2014 1:07:00 PM

Strongly expressed with feeling. It is a messy world, but we have to live with it and put up with the good and the bad. // paul

Sam Toil
Date: 4/27/2014 1:17:00 PM

Paul, you are so right! But we, as humans, want to make sense of it all. But it is impossible. It is too complex. We simply have to "live with it" as you put it and go on. Take our little piece of it and make sense of that. But the tragedy is, that makes us into islands of subjective understanding. Doomed to conflict at the borders. Would that it was different. Peace...Sam