ChaoticaDon't keep, don't stop, dont't measure and don't chain,
Something infinitely changing and again
Then turning into something else, into another form,
But not up to the end, once more to be transformed.
The stormy elements and mixed Realities,
Exploding in tired consciousness with
Deafening silence, and consciousness tries in vain
To know, to hear, to understand in main.
The hands trying to capture endlessness
To model from it in his image and likeness
Have frozen from a fiery and flaming frost
And have scattered like thousands of moths
To fly to fire of marcescent flower,
To gather into thunderclouds to cover
Heavens of the new world, world of that time
When mind became chaos, and chaos became mind.
Poetry by Black Knight
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Written on 2007-12-18 at 16:56
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