The Whole
eventually emerged from the Chaos
And it came
out naked and bright
And slippery.
It was built
on poems and manifestos
a blend of
colorful paint
and crumbled
balls of newspaper.
I stood far
away
And I watched
it moving
somewhere in
my mind.
I felt the
breeze of its movement
And I heard
the sound
of rustling
leaves overhead
and I felt
my heart beating
more and
more slowly.
Chaos
slipped back into the shadows
like a wave
that slides back into the ocean.
I could
sense its low hum,
I could feel
the crackling of its low song.
And the Whole
grew bigger
brighter as
it moved,
pulling in
more and more words
lines of
poems danced around it
forming
rings so large they sprouted hurricanes
and all the
cities were drenched,
pounded by
drops of thought
and walls of
words
and they
were all made new again
and slippery
almost naked
again as they once were
in their
gray color.
