I like the feel of madness trickling on my mind like rain drops on the dry desert sand
If Chaos was a creature, surely it would eagerly lap up the morning dew
That’s concentrated somewhere on a leafy pedestal, high in my mind’s sanctuary
If Chaos were to unwind, there would be a perfect order to it
Yet it remains curled up inside, fighting against it’s binds like a mental patient
If Chaos could scream out it’s rage, it would sing with laughter
Echoing off the walls of my skull, giving off a perfect acoustic to accompany my thoughts
If Chaos was a person, I wouldn’t be Her lover
I would unwind myself for Her, staring deep into the mirror at a reflection foreign to me
If Chaos was a demon, and I’m not saying that it is such a angelic beast
It would devour the world, my world, leaving it barren and desolate
Like a desert, rain trickling down madness into the darkened crevasses of my mind
If Chaos was a teacher, it would guide me towards opportunities in a broken world
The lesson would be clear, it would shout ORDER! ORDER! ORDER!
If Chaos gave way to Truth, would She still be Herself?
What madness is turning yourself inside out to be finally heard after all these years,
only to be reduced to whispers?
If Chaos would be humble, all of the arrogance of my youth would wash away, forgiven
and leave the clarity of a compassionate woman in it’s stead
Chaos rules only once. Truth reigns eternal. Discover the Truth and walk out of the desert
-Kim Frank 03/14/2018
Dedicated to Stephen Hawking