Repeat the process

Confusion can be good. It's a closed casket of chaos, pounding from beneath the cherry stained wood. That perplexity always charges- goaded and magnified, tainting two dilated pupils with blight. But from the ashes of a restless mind, fascination is reawakened. Gears begin to shift and the rust ceases to form. A stimulated cerebral cortex; thinking. So solemnly that haze is lifting. Clarity is lucidity; freedom from ambiguity.