Disorder
Steep mountain sides suffuse
pain along with endurance
chaos in the midst
of the thirsty wheat fields
desire at war with consciousness
and so many steps in front of
your mesmerizing brush
yet the task remains a focus.
Chaos, war, famine and
the mediocrity of city humdrum
endlessly dictate the worth of
man’s carnal appetites when
the realm of order appears
from behind dark clouds
a sun always yearns and
the cherubic wind in consonance
with all splendour this first
everlasting morning and
every short evening, ordered
rapport, uniformity slyly comes forth
an orderly nascent heaven
the heavenly order with
which you fashion your
ethereal structures.
Somehow your world and
ours make sense
somehow your creation and
our lives make sense.
Is it because of its base or
because of its celestial foundation?
Is it because of your vision or
because of the Cretan sun?
Jealousy, envy, chaos,
hunger, misery, littleness
steep mountain sides erected
in front of your vision
yet your ardour and energy
overcome all obstacles
great fuser of life what
can ever stop you?
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