Chaos Dreaming

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2015

The bridge is collapsing,

chaos walking,

falling through the same cracks

again and again

 

She hangs

by stretched-out fingers,

reaching for love in a kaleidoscope

falling rain mocks perfection

 

His touch like fire,

chaos screaming

until she’s a ghost made of ashes

dangling from a broken cloud

 

And still she stands

in the storm,

 

no,

she is the storm,

 

head bent for the collision,

ready as she’ll ever be,

eyes like ice,

hair like ashes,

face like fire,

chaos dreaming

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 12/30/15

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