Primal Chaos Layers

Primal Chaos Layers

the ability to pass undisturbed

Restructuring frames of thought

Blazing all that does not follow icons

Within this scrupulous cold calculating mind

Emotional fluids gushes, staying focused on silent hate

Perspectives morphing, universe falling into chaos

Being receptive to all that triggers

Creativity and every aspect that can be isolated

Not basing anything, just opposing everything

This everquestionning process injected in primal disharmony

There is no culminating point, experience is biased

Events dont necesseraly affect the spirit

One may feel depressed in a state of mind

And on the next awakening might feel light-hearted

This excrusiating feeling of losing harmony

Layers of emotions that covets reality

The seeds of emptiness emblazoned in chaos layers

How can we plan evolution? Cause to effect becomes obsolete

Were left to react on a momments essence

Or endlessly analyse every dissociation present

I dont seem to be able to drown myself in sufficiency

What reflects in solitude

Is a method to not lose the grasp of the I

For chaos indeed corrupts the weak

And therefor creation unveils a striking flaw

For a mind that seeks perfection Understands that he may not substract himself

From basic laws that clusters reality in its whole

What is subsequent is a spiritual nightmare

Are you the product of what you aspire?

and what you can manage to be

fueled by daily, tiny sparks of hope

Processed by your brain to give an impression

of linear evolution, revolving around events