Within my very self, Chaos has once again begun his monocratic reign.
Drawn to the Outlet away from town, a crude rambling road my soul knows so well,
Hit the timeworn trail along the idle rails, pass Sherman's Rock, not at all urbane.
Chaos' strife still wages battle, but, listen...Serenity now lies just beyond this swell.

Here, with her, atop the ruined stone mill wall, the tears break and overflow.
Her cool spray misting long grass and age-old rocks, rinsing off the briny trails.
Here, with her, among the rusty remnants, I scream out the anger, pain and woe.
Her constant, thunderous dissonance calmly drowning my voice, as well as Chaos' tales.
Here, with her, midst nature and days of yore, reason returns to ponder the notions.
Her strong, steady current pulling and swirling, washing away his erosive emotions.

Replete by her beauty and strength, my fortitude found, I leave her...alone within.