There is disorder within the symmetry,
of our ascension towards the meridian.
Ordinance underneath the shadows,
of all paths we must walk.
And a mindfulness to embrace,
neither the beginning or end.
Juxtaposing the complex rhythms,
between birth and death.
Lying dormant in the darkness,
of its own antiquity.
Chaos brings inertia,
to the static entropy of life.
Casting shadows across,
the shallow reflecting pools of time and space.

Poem By
Stephen K. R.
©2006