In chaos there is meaning.

The meaning is there is no meaning.


The weirding of the word

Is a lie to its content.


A portion of the great Ain Soph.

The mind grapples what it cannot conceive.

In the no-thingness of chaos

Is contained the birth of all.



Born of chaos,


Kicking and screaming

As chaos


It home.


All cycles,

All possible,


I climb the tree to live.


Looking out

Over the great mass of non-being

I see

In the distance

Another tree.


Looking out from the tree

Is me…


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