Chaos is the beginning
The Shapeless before the form
The Creation formed in a storm
A cacophony that transforms
A hope that flickers in the wildest winds
A quiet pulse that dares to rise
Chaos is not curse but a crucible
A forge where greatness is the prize
From chaos to order
From turmoil to truth
We trace a winding journey
Towards purpose and truce
Chaos is the playground of possibilities
A canvas of stardust and quasar
Like a nebula swirling in space
Majestic only when seen from afar
Melting raw into radiant
Germ into sprout
Rock into diamond
Chaos, we’d be nothing without
Peat’s pressure crafts carbon to crystal
Compost cradles roses from decay
Manure births oranges
Golden and sweet they say
Chaos carves identity
Pulling the Truth from our bones
Compelling the exile homeward
Through racing rivers and stones
So do not fear Chaos
Ride it like a rising tide
It’ll toss you, teach you, temper you
You’ll stand by the shore and abide
Chaos is fuel, is fire
Dismantling you undone
Whispering and stirring you dire
To watch what you become