Does she get confused when we erase all the lines
we drew to cage her in the deep darkness of Tartarus?
Does she love it when we realise that order is not 
all it seems—a confining dream, meant to keep us 
steady and sane? But maybe Khaos’ dark mist 
is our real reprieve as buildings fall and 
civilisations crumble, returning us to her waiting arms.

Does she get nervous when we call her to the surface?
When we, the ones who banished her, beg for her
to teach us how to let go of all the giant walls 
we have built around us; can she help us find a way 
back to the magic of a world untamed? A world
we have erased, hidden under the concrete roads we fall over— 
maybe Khaos can break through and teach us to stand.

Image by Joao Cabral