Ordo Ab Chao

When storms tire of swift yet futile rage I find myself standing in her shelter with peace & warmth unthinkable. The more I have to lose the more I've gained. Fear will not shackle me for she has set me free. Two singers, a single song, an ode to joy, hope and omnipotence of youth. Oscillating and undulating til they reach their inexorable damburst of resonant rhyme. Each molecule stirring in sympathy with touching, tingling, tangled souls. When the heart speaks the mind finds it indecent to object. When the soul sings the mind hums in blissful harmony, free at last... free at last...