Chaos Poem by Heather FlowersForhan

Chaos



Spiralling like DNA,
the infinite universe
spills coincidences upon humanity

ancient stargazers
craved constant contact, an order
among disorganized governments
that were puerile compared to the no-limit
spaceships that visited them,
and learned to map the sky
for something to rely on.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Captain Cur 25 July 2012

Inside each of us lies our infinite potential. Outside flows the power of our thoughts.

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