The Whole and the Chaos

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.