In the midst of chaos,
I find eternal solace,
A spice for life unlike any,
A home thus hard to trace.
In the veiled gist of life,
We, being the highest expression of nature,
Often indulge in primeval tumult.
And I, too, am such a creature.
The sublime beauty and the spiteful beast,
The gawky living and the grateful dead,
Are meant to stay in tandem together,
Parallelly plunged in neutral reds.
And in the midst of chaos,
I seek wise apprehension,
For chaos is indeed a ladder,
And only the process is worth a mention...
©insomniac_
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