Chaos Born

Chaos born

The quantum chasm a pot prevailed
A mixture of mass and electrical sails
A font of life and mother of magic
The father of color by designs in static

Drifting across the astral sea
Building coalescence from concept to lea
Prisms and parts deriving true art
Producing profound, passion of heart

Winds of gravity grasping the gleam
The tangible tapestry and more to seam
Power and binding, destiny dawns
Upon the soul of dreams beyond

Conflict and peace, abrade and abate
Born every sentiment from true love to hate
This twisted trove: a treasure of light
To those of conscience with hallow's true sight

Soft and sharp, hard and held
Comforting care: the magic it meld
Compassion coalesced the beauty in life
The purest pulse in chaos' device

Of dark and light before of and be
Syphons of symphony in every sea
Might and meek, each come into
An enchantment of grace, from born to adieu

The flight and swim of moving to thought
Liberation to chain for consciousness' caught
Quality in more than form and light
Deepest sentiments from pain to delight

The tragedy told in the final fixed fate
Of every vessel that sentience relates
The final door and fear in unknown
The last of our time, the empty to home

Piercing and light, burning the dark
Shadows to shatter by truth's purest bark
The gleam's gallant grace purest dear child
Built all and forever: art reconciled