Beneath laughter's mask, a mosaic I stand, Crafted in fragments, a chaotic command. My tesserae dance, a whirlwind of hues, Emerald slivers and sapphire imbues.

A jester's grin, in mismatched tiles told, One ruby eye winks, secrets unfold. My body a canvas, where chaos takes flight, Yet order emerges, bathed in warm light.

From fractured pieces, a story takes form, Of elegance born in the midst of the storm. My curves, like the ripples on laughter's bright stream, A tessellation, a whimsical dream.

More than a jester, a paradox true, For grace can reside where disorder breaks through. In laughter's embrace, I shatter and mend, A mosaic of woman, till time's very end.

So marvel, dear viewer, at chaos refined, Where elegance whispers on shards intertwined. For in every fragment, a truth comes to light, The beauty of chaos, held oh so tight.