Fractal Blisses
Where we come from and go,
so micro-tiny, so macro...into infinitude, for all one knows - or doesn’t.
For ever and ever, Amen
not just outwards or in, but fore and aft
from and back to, either way, all ways
in the breathtakingly messy maths
of phenomena and relativity.
Ah! see how symmetry
unravels and retracts:
the cosmic worm devouring its own tail
hungry for itself
spiralling through dimensions
like a dizzy dervish:
chaos it’s shadow and other half;
how it plays to audiences, witnessing,
needs a kindof coherent consciousness
to interpret its shape and form:
giving God names.
Ah! In a droplet of rain
a shimmer of foliage, a shaft of light
universes reveal - perspective defines.
And then, researcher with his lense,
his divine geometries, artist with brush,
poet with pen, musician with scales
the great mystery remains:
where do I, this observer, actually stand?
Somewhere inbetween, intrinsic
- yet ex!
I could just as well write a list...
Or, could those be mere projections
created by squidgy neural matrices
playing dangerously abstract games
with image, pattern and proportion?
Nothing more than potent moments,
radiant pinnacles and nadirs
of that pulsating worm of frequency!
Golden Means, anomalous,
gobsmacking the nosy soul.
What image, what likeness indeed!
repetitions dancing endlessly
out of reach, directionless,
taunting sanity and sense
with alien fractal singularities,
onto their unholy knees.