life…
we’d like to
wrap it neatly
in a tight ball of
colorful yarns; the
stories and scenes
we’ve experienced till
now…but it seems that
no matter how hard we try
the numbers are indecipherable
and unresolved ends fray out loosely
yet… there’s an inexplicable order to the chaos
and the total effect of our threads is beautifully woven.
a poem in my pocket 
Jul 20, 2024 @ 05:32:44
Nicely done. The structure of this poem comes very close to a Fibonacci sequence. I very often think that chaos just refers to some higher degree of complexity that exceeds the scope of our thinking capacity.
Jul 25, 2024 @ 19:33:39
Glad you liked it! I believe there is a higher Designer whose thought process brings order from chaos.