Patrick Farmer
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Who are chaos? Chaos are new moon’s unfathomable light. Dragon was never torn apart. Snake protects their tail in lunatic espionage. Their personification is crystallisation of a mask with every face left in them. Chaos are as stratified as blood, they hold with themselves infinite subdivisions of love and fear… desire rises and scums their edges with angel clocks and trembling emblems who ingest cosmos, an image of their own secretions as miasmatic seduction, where sounds of stars speak of belief in someone extraordinary.
Dismemberment is a familiar presence, even a desire, a compulsion, of psyche. In Hesiod’s ancient Greek records of we find chaos together with eros, gaia and old night, songs of rolling earth, great gleaming, deathless tangles, rolling over and over, shedding themselves, creating other tangles, themselves rolling, and so on. This was old god’s life. Chaos, primordial state of nothingness, fluid, feminine, indistinct, uncontrollable, terrifying… rays of pure light. Yin eventually cut from chaos to create sky, leaving, or uncovering, yang, to create earth, both containing within and without themselves memories before they happen.