A Chaotic Norm

I caught a glimpse
of the stain’s glow
in a garden made I
of a chaos I know.

Do it to me and I
sit here in a storm
all the while calm
for chaos is norm.

The colors fall off,
but stay for few days
so I smoke a haze
in my own ways.

I see it now so real
the strength a zeal
that serves to heal
and real it does feel.

Damn the silence it
makes me cry inside
when what was joy
is now so maligned.

Serve God the ways
blessed and amazed?
I’d rather cope now
in my hypnotic haze.

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