Flickering tree line,
Wind up-ticking the grass,
A dream that consists,
Of nothing but colors,
Purple and gold and red.
A moment where the control,
The mundanity hold,
A sound unbound,
Laughing for joy,
A mind that slides,
Right past the way many assume,
The exact not-order that so many—
Venus flytraps open in eating bloom.
A spark at night,
In the eyes of children,
In the random dance of molecules,
You could explain these things,
And some will,
And you might find,
Real logic and rhythm and rhyme,
But, even explained,
That crackling lightning storm felt inside,
When seeing a dancing crowd,
Or a million water droplets in a tide,
Talking in interplay,
I’d like to say.
If you have it in your soul,
If it thumps and jumps and rolls,
And you feel something calling you,
And have never been one of the common crowds,
A rebelliousness worth screaming everything out loud,
Then you have chaos in you too,
And I welcome you.
Special thanks to: Bob Gerkin, Collin Pearman, Dylan Alexander, Jerry Banfield, and Michael The Comic Nerd.
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