If you want to know how the universe is, watch a starling murmuration.
Watching unique parts arrange,
presiding back, where beauty’s from.
And knowing nothing, quite the same,
from unique parts, is chaos born.
Observing this, one could relate
one’s own experience.
Unique part, myself creates,
yet still I see the us.
And seeing we, and knowing that
to move is not unique.
Unique disturbed, from part to part,
chaotic beauty, lays in between.