Primal Chaos Layers

Primal Chaos Layers
the ability to pass undisturbed
Restructuring frames of thought
Blazing all that does not follow icons

Within this scrupulous cold calculating mind
Emotional fluids gushes, staying focused on silent hate
Perspectives morphing, universe falling into chaos

Being receptive to all that triggers
Creativity and every aspect that can be isolated
Not basing anything, just opposing everything

This everquestionning process injected in primal disharmony

There is no culminating point, experience is biased
Events dont necesseraly affect the spirit
One may feel depressed in a state of mind

And on the next awakening might feel light-hearted
This excrusiating feeling of losing harmony
Layers of emotions that covets reality
The seeds of emptiness emblazoned in chaos layers

How can we plan evolution? Cause to effect becomes obsolete

Were left to react on a momments essence
Or endlessly analyse every dissociation present

I dont seem to be able to drown myself in sufficiency

What reflects in solitude
Is a method to not lose the grasp of the I

For chaos indeed corrupts the weak
And therefor creation unveils a striking flaw

For a mind that seeks perfection Understands that he may not substract himself
From basic laws that clusters reality in its whole
What is subsequent is a spiritual nightmare

Are you the product of what you aspire?
and what you can manage to be
fueled by daily, tiny sparks of hope

Processed by your brain to give an impression
of linear evolution, revolving around events