Rigamarole

Rigamarole brooks no antonym:
the opposite of chaos isn't order
it's a different kind of chaos.

Confusion rumbles down gravel roads
looking for a country song in its throat
finding only dust and the sense of ending.

Clarity is the state of not seeing 
all the wildness wriggling
across transparent water.

The steps for living defy reason
to the side for a decade
forward only after face on ground.

Go through the window
looking for glasses adjusted
to a world without vision.