The Pictures of Chaos
I’m just trying to figure out how to function in this chaos.
This chaos which is forever doomed to recurse.
Recursion that leaves me weaker than I started.
Starting down a path which I struggle to traverse.

I’m traversing an unforgiving terrain, it doesn’t know I’m there.
There in the distance, the mirages taunt my will.
My willpower desperate to stop taking hits,

Hits from the false fractals that have not had their fill.
It’s dizzying, those bursts of phosphenes and unrelenting shapes.
Shapes of the forever turning kaleidoscope.
Kaleidoscopes comprised of such jagged colors,
Colors that make me scramble for a scrap of hope.

I’m just trying to see a path through all this muck.
Muck that I struggle to scrub away from my eyes,
Eyes which detest seeing, yet yearn to be unstuck.
Unstuck from the pain of the puncturing patterns that I despise.