The Chaotic Flow.

[Fkeu'itan]

A contented sigh escapes,
From lungs that have breathed,
So many breaths before.
Yet none were like this.

As ever, locked into one moment,
As I have come to expect...
All my burdens of worry, want and need
Drift off into an endless abyss.

Everything seems so right.
Systems - utterly unpredictable,
In their very nature,
Somehow now ordered.

Systems that also,
At one time had no wonder,
No beauty to them,
Only confusion...

Now sluice,
Into a hazy clarity.
Not true transparancy,
But just enough.

They interact, flow together,
In a common direction.
And I flow with them.
Dropping into the sway.

Although the direction that we
Proceed to move in,
Is not itself,
Planar in motion.

We simply move...

Outwards.

[ZenitYerkes]

Chaotic order is a beautiful thing to observe. "Trees are life fountains: spreading their green up in the air, trying to reach the sky"

Everything is always moving; in constant change, the only thing that remains no matter what.

Good poem; though again, I am not an expert on English poetry.

[Fkeu'itan]

Originally Posted by ZenitYerkes

Chaotic order is a beautiful thing to observe. "Trees are life fountains: spreading their green up in the air, trying to reach the sky"

Everything is always moving; in constant change, the only thing that remains no matter what.

Good poem; though again, I am not an expert on English poetry.

Hmm... and interesting response. Indeed, the only thing that remains constant is change. It is also interesting to note that we are only ever allowed moments like these for but an infinitely small fraction of a second, as things change position again instantneously.