This I find superb. The ethereal sketching of Chaos is brilliantly portrayed in a colorful splendor that gives life to Chaos although cloaked in surreal darkness. Reality is considered to be the Signature of Darkness envisioned through immortal eyes unblemished from the shores of Life where Chaos begins.
I like this and congratulations with a mastery of language seldom experienced. My type of writing although been not English does hampers me in expressing myself in complete surreal envision which I dearly wish for. Well to each his own. Well done. Joachim
Which might leave you wondering , what's the point ? But long before there was physical mater the universe was in a state of total chaos , after all...
In the beginning there was , endless void , inky blackness , and infinite possibility .
This infinite possibility,infused every point of existence , there by creating utter and complete chaos . It was the residual harmonic vibrations of this chaos that gave birth to physical matter , and we all know what happened next . Physical matter sucks (gravity took over) and infinite times in infinite space great balls of it accumulated . When these great balls reached critical mass a seemingly more poignant form of chaos emerged . But was it more poignant ? How could the literality of it's existence ever approach the chaos of infinite possibility , which was a creative force and not self consuming . Does this force still exist , infusing every particle of existence with a manifest destiny ? Perhaps not , but I like to think spirit is a direct reflection of it .
Martial arts taught me to aspire to greater heights so I say to you ...
Carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma .
And with my terminus thrall I create an amalgamated anathema android out of the execrational eventuation evocative . This expletive is capable of malicious malevolence , and vindictiveness vendetta vehemence .
And so I offer you some refined nectar of mortal fear , and we listen as our nephew Darkness joins in the predatory frenzy .
Realities liquified illusion takes shape and once again there is order to chaos .
This poem organizes chaos so beautifully! And somehow the picture helps.
My favourite line would be:
"Chaos is a symphony"
Because we all think of some sort of kerfuffle and riot when it comes to chaos. But sometimes chaos is what creates something amazing.
I really want to say more but my brain isn't putting my thoughts into legible words right now. And honestly I haven't got such an illustrious vocabulary like you do so yeah. But I think I get the general gist. The words you used creates some sort of image like "the bigger picture."
Goodness, I am so sorry if I am making no sense.
I guess in the meanwhile what I am trying to say is that sometimes chaos is necessary to create something, be it abstract or something else. We are all involved in some sort of frenzy in one way or another...
I would really like to know more about this, I am intrigued by it... (: