Chaos
Throughout all the throes of history;
puzzles become solved, when given;
consciousness is the great mystery;
and, to it’s foundation, we’re driven.
Chaos seems reality’s natural state;
disrupted by occasional dreams;
to such confusion; most can relate;
normalcy is not what it seems.
My life is much like the universe;
chaos; transformed by eruptions;
man, given little time to rehearse;
innocence, turned into corruptions.
Division is creation’s gravest threat;
separation is how rebellion began;
hate’s foundation among those, beget;
threatening the very fabric of man.
But unity, alone, is not the answer;
evil cannot share with good;
for, hate is a most virulent cancer;
a thought that’s misunderstood.
Polar opposites share this world;
some, trusting God; others, man;
chaos beginning; when it unfurled;
when the sequence of time began.
This is a kingdom of sheep and goats;
Chaos sits on its throne;
many are in mansions, surrounded by moats;
but only the sheep will go home.
Monty 7/28/22. # 1,230