Chaos

To start off with a bang and void, 
a heavy, raining cloud of dust. 
A molecular sneeze across the endless
plains of nothingness. 
The particles they group and gather, 
communities of physical purpose. 
Bound by fundamental rules 
A supernovae circus. 

Chaos as the driving force, 
elemental clouds of dust and gas 
form from nothing into awesome
beasts of swirling rocky mass. 
Or stars that warmly hug the vacuum. 
Lightgivers, Chaos’ wondrous gift. 
The planets stir, their skins alive.
Guided by tectonic shift. 

And yet, look out, or spy right in, 
and find that you shall see. 
No beginning, nor an end. 
Just fractal infinity.

Chaos is the only true order.