The world was born from Chaos
Said the Greeks
"Chaos"
The first god
In mythology

And then Chaos came to Science

Even Chemistry tells us
The world runs on Entropy
Disorder
Is what particles are prone to

Shakespeare knew so too
His characters
Stricken by disarray
Heartbreak and Confusion
Running their worlds
Alongside Love

We try to straighten things out

Make the unknowns known
Fasten truths to untruths
Iron the wrinkles out of our minds

But living
Comes with Chaos
We are born from it

Living means our clothes
Become wrinkled
That there are now dishes to clean
And beds to make

That our knowns expand and implode
That we make messes
And Engage in ambiguity

Chaos runs through our world
While we let the forms dance around us


~ JL