The Seduction of Chaos
Swirling winds sweep silently
as detritus is strewn about
in empty space, which can be
penciled on graphs as frenetic apices on parabolas.
Detritus is strewn about
giving the appearance of
an illusion in which gravity is invisible,
Giving the appearance of randomness,
like chance encounters,
unlikely couplings of lovers, temporary and tempestuous,
in fits and starts - and methods to madness.
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