a work in progress after drinks

chaos pulses consistently
the steady beat of the unknown
the white noise increasing
not always welcomed
or conducive to productivity

sometimes you drown in it
sometimes you manage
we do what we do
because
what else is there?

but there are moments of clarity
such sweet borrowed times
when it rings
as we swirl our fingers
around the rim of living
when it sings

and the whole world makes sense.