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CHAOS

CHAOS Chaos is the absence of all order As is now with me, totally adrift Supposedly I was the constructor But who was really the architect I assume blaming me was correct Not some pretentious conductor Yet, this was never seen as a gift As if insanity crossed the border Like a wall built up of dry bricks That now is a mere scattered pile I sense when the harmony ceases And has that uneven odd rhythm All due to some unknown schism Just as my life that’s all in pieces Rebuilding could take a long while As disorder has learned new tricks

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