Art

I was lost

In the physical world

Of lovers holding hands

And buildings grown from the earth

Wondering where I'll end up

In this world of chaos

Little did I know

There is art

The art of writing

A landscape of information

Held by train of thoughts

And tattooed into a paper

It captures the physical dimensions of fantasy

Using clamorous patterns of rhyme

With a bedlam of figurative language

A perfectly ordained chaos of words

Not to mention Corollaries of worded ideas

Imagined and forgotten

Created and destroyed

Leaving the reader drowned in a beautiful mystery

© Jony j