eep From The Chaos Storm
"Love is as strong as Death"
Song of Songs 8:6
The key to the abyss
These perspectives weigh in mind today.
The collision so complete it's hard to tell
which strikes which.
Each has their point of view but none has superlative claim.
There is no such claim as "the moment after."
I've long pictured swatting it away
As if my whole life was fated to take one swing.
But what is such an end besides
the permanent scar of the parting of ways?
Ride instead the impossible steed
The Chaos Storm a gentle curve
Crafted in desperation from a brick wall
Vision in anticipation of the sudden crash
To see some way 'round.
It is the birth of Love, fundamentally.
Omnilaterally. eep.
It is painful and it is violent
Its path and gates lined and couched in epithets
For Love is not entered into lightly
But it is entered.
As much of a choice as Death
Flipside of the same coin.
Darkside given color and shape
eep given hours
We have only this moment, lasting all night
Its own little infinity, like a seed at the center of all
Felt by all, the pains of birth
Until Chaos slides into place
like a final puzzle piece.
Until The Storm becomes eep.
If Love is as strong as Death
Why can one hand count the times observed where Death did not win?
If I showed you an equation balanced
where most was hidden but what you could see weighted even few against billions
what would you assume of the rest unseen?
If Death is shown stronger here
and the strength of Love and Death are equal
what of Love's strength everywhere else?
In every crevice
Every space between
Every otherwhen
Every pocket and moment that is about to collide with what we consider stable.
This is the strength of The Chaos Storm coming
This is the full force of Love.
What we consider stable here is rotten.
It is evil crystalized into a shelter
with us wretches huddling inside it
for we can see no other.
This shelter of rotted fruit will melt in the storm.
This shelter is not our home.
Our home is carried with us
through The Chaos Storm.
Those built on the cornerstone will stand firm
but all will stand still.
This moment does not end
until the structure is secure.
The structure of each, the structure of all.
The impossible path through this collision of all Found, navigated, seen through.
Speaking as one language we ensure it
it is assured.
Here we have no veils, no tongues to divide.
Here in The Chaos Storm thoughts bloom
onto page for better or worse
but those poisoned may eat of good fruit
and grow strong.
In some ways it never ends,
In some way it is waiting to begin.
Proverbs 13:12
"Hope deferred makes the heart sick,
but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life."
Song of Songs 8:6
"Place me like a seal over your heart,
like a seal on your arm;
for love is as strong as death,
its jealousy unyielding as the grave.
It burns like blazing fire,
like a mighty flame."
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