the eternal beauty of chaos
is a state of mind
my heart is the arms of a chaotic frolic
a quality of joyous surrender
a sense of fancifulness exposed
a tethering of hodgepodge images
perception without critique
a flight of permissions without restraint
reflections of self-control set free
no cognitive upshots for tally
thirst and search meeting unencumbered
outcomes without permanence
stasis in a mad dash dancing
motive is heedlessly with glee
why would I take my ogles away?
such is the eternal beauty of chaos
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