There Is True Beauty In Chaos

There is true beauty in chaos,
there truly is beauty
in the chaos of a picture
made by a kid using their crayons
and in the absence of structure
that the unknown and the darkness
bring to my eyes and imagination.

There is true beauty in love,
unrestrained love that is born
from the noise and the absent
of commandments,
bringing torment and peace
to the fool that receive her kiss
and hear her voice in the wind
among the tree canopy of a forest,
on her corpse.

There is true beauty in the credulous
when she finds her Nemesis,
her darkest light, her warmest
light, her enormous end, feeding
her her own ashes and her never-night,
smashing together all the knights
of order and of the Metropolis,
roaming the Nocturnal Forest
of Uncertainty and Chaos.