Things going out of control as if guided by an agent of
chaos,
Not in any direction, not with any specific purpose,
Miniscule shifts out of phase with events bound together,
Unpredictable and messy derivatives of an higher order…
Beautiful and dangerous, more so because of being so,
Burning all in the way – searching for the veritable foe,
Proudly destructive but charmingly disarming it,
Mocking all powers that be the dragon swirls in the sky…
Breathing in the toxic rationalities that choke,
Only to vomit out the irrational ideas that poke,
Leaps and bounds not good enough for the restless mind,
Cuts and wounds not rude enough for the tireless body...
Phantoms on horses ride ahead - ever so fast,
Nations watch as children are butchered in a blast,
As the species comes to terms with being civilised,
Breaking news everywhere suddenly becomes localised.
