Blame it on the neural pathways,
(blame it on our tumultuous youths,)
blame it on the dysfunction
making us do it —
seeking out wayward souls,
(the lost amongst the loners,
the outcasts hiding
behind smiling faces,)
assuming a host
of burdens willingly
because love
makes us do it.
(Perhaps we’ve
no option but to
save the loneliest souls
from drowning
before drowning
ourselves,
becoming clarity
within the chaos
only because it’s a chaos
belonging to another.)
However abstract,
however dangerous,
however powerful,
chaos is alive
within us all —
it’s the weird spirit
of the powerless, the homesick,
the longing, the loving,
the haunted mirrors
of our souls.
Painful chaos
drives us to survive,
daring the fabric
of reality to push beyond
its boundaries and grow,
making the symmetry of beauty
inarguably beautiful,
keeping us on our toes,
(whether they be
running or dancing,)
keeping life
acutely alive
despite the
frigid grip of
organized complacency.
Renee Novosel
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