Chaos Tears Apart Clouds

​Chaos tears apart clouds,
Ditto galaxies and electrons,
Sometimes hearts, or memories,
Or gold, titanium or bronze,

And sometimes it swirls among neurons,
Hormones seep through the blood,
Ideas pop of barren fields,
Of tundras melting into mud,

Then all the days, it seems, are swept
Along the line of light and dark
That slides along the spinning globe
And shines across a bounding arc,

And from the night emerges day
And from the day emerges light
And from the light a burst of mind
And blindness, shudder, sudden sight.