Understanding Chaos

By the time I realised
the puddle wasn't deep enough,
I was already diving.
A coiled serpent
displaced inside a ripple,
only going out to come back in
shedding my skins,
expressions I took
from where faces begin.

Nerves that strobe through conversations,
tin foil touches rubbed on metal filled teeth,
beneath my smile a whirlpool waits
to swallow each day,
the management of traits.

A clever chameleon
only walks on one colour
his tongue doesn't take the snow flake,
hides all day, awake all night
no definition of what is alright.

So I unfold my shield of chaos
and swirl with leaves
where eddies end,
cage each storm in your made up story,
talk on-line to battlefield friends.