Thu An Quan - Tran Q. Thoai

Chaos

Sinusoidal stages of creations and deaths
Gurgling broth of chaos, swarming
         Ingredients of selves – You and I.
         From first cries, absorbed, minced.
         How the steam of passion arises
         Into all possibilities – changeless.
Boiling blood, revolving, encircling lives.
Within pressured chamber of my expanding soul
    further and further from the child – hear that first cry!
    who had once held the semi-burnt spatula...
        mixing...
              a bubbling broth of sins. Permeating
              with her delicious scent. An aroma of
              existence.
Admixtures of pains and ecstasy flashing through my blood.
                          I finally realize my creation:
              As I stood and saw

How beautiful her face looked as she stood there and waited for me.