patterns

the beauty of random patterns
is governed by a set of rules
that rely on nonsense
chaos
love
joy
pain
characters of soul, that rain down
on us all
until focus shifts, from foreground
to back
and new forms are bred from old
black bleeds out white
white becomes a dot
becomes a star, becomes it all
until there is no center
no beginning or end
only the all
where joy embraces chaos
and pain collides with love
creating a pattern so perfect
that the only one who sees
is the one not looking