Is there a time when the chaos
becomes a cadence, when I will sense
the song in the noise and find
some poise amidst the rattle
and hum of a thousand
things, the sum of which I will one
day find greater than the parts
as though an artist is at work,
a storyteller whispering a rhyme
beyond this present veil of time?
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