Run with joy from these bleak minds Who deem that words will set you free, You need disarray and thunder, Smoldering chaos, not symmetry. You need riotous dreams of wonder Tumbled, tangled not unraveled Glittering dreams opaque and shattered, Escape from claims of clarity. Clarity is the home of madmen, Watch the spider trace its web, All things real in life are random, Jagged, meandering, living threads. ©  1992 J.L.Stanley

Ariadne's Song