CHAOS THEORY
Did you know the confused, amorphous mass
that was me, eddying and swirling in currents
of scorn, was a desperate cry for order
when I doubted its very existence?
Did you know my unpredictability
when I hurled the paint tin, clawed your face,
was only apparently random behaviour
within a rigid, determinist system?
Did you know when you called me butterfly
for evading your pinning down,
of the effect the mere flap of a wing could have,
the difference between a hurricane striking
or not?
