Chaos Theory

Chaos.
Dark, formless chaos.
Nothing there.
No plan, no order.
Just pure, utter
Chaos.

Formless.
Earth unmade,
Stars veiled.
Planets, dust.
Everything just
Formless.

Dark.
No light, yet.
No sun.
No stars, no comets.
Everything is
Dark.

This is
Chaos.

The End

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