Hylozoic Primal Chaos

Rain lands on the windowpane

Some lands on a cobweb

And there is a breakdown in the system

In the dynamics of our cartography

As the rain keeps falling

And the system remains incomplete

No course of action can be determined by a rule

And the wind it whirls

But I am a forest

A night of dark trees

These spatial vectors branch out chaotic

The sun descends between the blond whirlpool of a beautiful sea of gold

The earth it bleeds the bodies of an ancient world long forgotten

And the rain keeps falling

And the wind it whirls

The liar, the paradox

The negative found in words

Hylozoic-being; the life of the rain

Apeiron, our primal chaos as authenticity

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