In the cavern of chaos, An abstract thought roams so quietly, Movement, he staggers in his unreality, Bleak. Covered cavern beyond the light Fathoms deep in the soul, mind, Of the sceptic personality, The nothingness he consumes, Feeds his fabrication. The chaos moves in unpredictably, The icy cold caverns touch, sharp, shallow, folds. Never ending dark passages paint a picture of a breath in winter air Clinging closely to walls, he breaks Into chaos Cumming placidly The movement, showers. Orgasmic, it flows, Pleasures the senses, And pacifies he’s complexity “Please please a fantasy.” He quietly utters As my thought he evolves. The abstract moves, Colours grind and suggest A warm coma.. Fantasize, glamorise, romanticize Fathoms deep, rich in wild expression He feels so feminine, Touch, feel embrace I hold your face Stroke your skin Holding my feelings within, As I stair in your eyes, I feel so lost but alive Sucked, pulled, Into your imagination Lost in dramatisation. I see it in your eyes, The feelings you romanticized, As a child you could fantasize, About what could be. Reality smells so conformity, A blinding spell of monotony. Rejecting the emotion, He loses attention. Clearer in perspective He moves onward Holding a new objective. In the cavern of chaos, An abstract thought roams quietly, Movement. He staggers in his unreality. In the cavern of chaos, The thought roaming, Isolated, Constricted, Feeds, breaths Off the negativity it needs. The surrounding unlevelled landscape, Cool, cold and calm, Begins to mould and revolve. The cavern shifts in the blink of an eye To a state of complexity. Logic, a system, a math. The collective conscious of thought, Grows to become mechanical. The shift grows. Energy and electricity Complicate and eradicate The cold cavern. And warm thought to a complex Electro, mechanical structure. A central processor, Spherical shaped, humming, Collects, distorts and rejects information. As the harsh blue sparks, Connect collectively, To the outer walls of chaos.