Divine Chaos
"I stand outside with my hands reaching for the sky
Welcoming everything into my arms
I let it surround me
Fall around me , almost drowning me
The sky is jet
Illuminated by the stars and my only salvation
I find her through cosmic slights
She blinds me with her bright white light
I am thinking
Sinking
Shrinking and growing larger again
It radiates off of me
And I finally see this is what I am
Anything and a nobody striving to be something
It could be an angel, it could be a demon
It could be divine chaos
It all depends on the things I am dreaming"
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