Alas woe is me, coming so late to see a masterpiece carved with such reverie, I feel such a kindness done to me I may just bleed from my eyes tears of clarity to see its not just in me this proclivity to wax poetic on the raging see of a beat like feet drumming so merrily, Verily, I thank thee.

To have found chaos
And know balance
The tipping point of a chalice
Well others thirst
We'll never hunger for the words
Fall from the mind and crash
Mighty little thumb taps.

And now as I've said before,
And am certain to say again
And again
And against my will but in my best interest
I must sleep.

STEEM on @chaospoet and thank you. Much love.