2011 - Day 316

In the midst of chaos,
A whimsical cat purrs
A lullaby,
Settling insight outside
While the mystical hat stirs,
Reading the thoughts of thoughts,
Thinking thoughts that they thoroughly threw away,
And in chaos,
The minds eyes still
But Time's cries real,
A facade hiding a hint of a mystery,
Enticing you to taste the stale mints of history
As the clock ticks forward,
One second at a time,
A linear passageway
To an inevitable end.
But in chaos,
Only in chaos,
To move perpendicular
Down a road not traveled once before,
Of infinite direction.
And choice.