The boat rocks
With the putting on of socks
With the wearing of shoes
Begins the whole deluge
A butterfly floats hither
The hurricane now differs
The wearing of these pants
Alters the whims of chance
She stopped to have a chat
When I'd worn the yellow hat
The day the coffee stained my shirt
Was the day she left Earth first.
Do the heavens follow these random rules?
Star systems scoffing at us astronomical fools
Not meaning to be either callous or cruel
Night sky simply fizzing delight bejeweled
Not disconnected from the bubbles in this Sprite
Light as witness to all neither wrong nor right
Twisting and writhing in cavernous dark
I look for order in chaos so stark
I look for order in chaos remarkable
I look for order in chaos so stark
I look for order in a chaos
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