warm blooded
Thursday, June 26th, 2008warm blooded
by Wolfgang Nibori
dry hiss of a near miss, the sizzle of error
before launching we undergo a process
aligning propulsion in streamline, calculating effects
yet the moment of ignition swings the door open on Chaos
Chaos will do whatever it deems momentarily sound
Chaos answers to no one, even itself, inherently random
yet without its existence possibility would suffocate
in the strict, cold confines of heartless Order
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