What?
in full noon blue sky day
with sun like blazing oculus
makes everything more real
makes everything unreal
in the crisp and crisping
heat of mid day
What?
In blinding brilliance
sharp light, cornea cutting
puts the world to sleep
quiets shivering leaves
enacting seasonal siesta
till even all breath is held
What?
What could take this whitewashed world
and plunge to blurring pitch
crush rainbow in the colourless
fill blue dome of lapus lazuli
with cold hard onyx slate shell
What?
a lesson learned of sight
not each brave searching beam
finds naught but shadow
not each high watery vault
holds back the crushing night
while some new knowledge –
some knowledge holds terrible insight
Harnessing Chaos 