chaos chained

shear streams cross vision moist
confusion reigns
as wind gusts
pushing
prodding
a chaos manifest

expectations
that sundry and all
in direct abut
should feel its spur
and yet when vistas sighted
one
lone
fragment
pivots and chases the shadows
fore the sun

why the onliest?
why not a mass campaign
a rush to conversion?
why was that soul iota's
..position altered
adaptation askew..

reaction....

a shift for some to renovation
but others will for ever grasp
at all reason to impasse
that dull-edged recoil
of a chained ripple