Today, I found this interesting poem in the submissions inbox. Presented with no comment is A Musing by Fred Arnaki. He can found on twitter, @alaskanfrog
Is it so hard to believe the unbelievable?
I’d reckon this reckoning’s to be frightful.
Over which path does the rain of chaos flash? Which path is dried by rain?
If chaos reigns, may yet hope be reborn? Destruction breeds creation
In surrendering to death, what may be born true
Arisen from ashes hope springs forth
for one path is dried by chaotic torrents
the other wetted by clear skies.
In confusion we lose our grip
and give to fee falling. Free from our own devices
To jump into danger, and escape comforts embrace
To embrace a coins toss, failing and succeeding
both at once,
Hoping to be caught, but daring life to drop us
we embrace chaos, and are made free
Free from choices
free from consequences
free from being human, we escape
Only then does Irony strike
And in our freedom we find over selves trapped
For if we escape our humanity, to flourish freely
We are blinded to a path darkened.
Free from logics embrace, and thinking’s challenge
Are we not then animals?
In embracing chaos, do we not abandon ourselves?
Unless ourselves are chaotic.
Answers lay unborn, only releaved from life’s mistakes
only by living, can we learn
Embrace Chaos’s fruit, or retain humanities purpose
We choose life, and roll a dice.
Let the dice be cast, and let us begin our blindfolded march.