I am a mass of confusion, like a ship without a mast wildly
flailing
Hold that thought for just a minute, you see I know exactly
where I’m going
I’m the chaos and cacophony when the school bells rings to
signal recess
The flower bed that’s decimated when the gale has blown the deluge
to distress
The tortured monogamist who seeks solace in the arms of his
mistress
And yet I’m the peace of the restful baby’s fluttering
eyelashes
The solace of the cadaver lying cold before it is burnt into
ashes
Dark and light, devoid yet bright, competely wrong but perfectly right
