Universal Chaos
By Elissa Rosenthal
Galaxies gaze into my eyes and see themselves,
cradled in the mass universal nothingness,
and yet everything.
We swing on the swing set,
of gazes.
We hear the screams,
the beams of hope,
and the mass explosions destroying both.
Many dreams and wishes never fulfilled,
or never grasped because of social norms.
The possibilities are endless,
yet have infinite amounts of order.
Chaos in our universe is inevitable,
predicable,
and grand.
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