FRACTALS AND FICTION
I gnashed my teeth
Because smiles were not working.
Arrogance has led us to believe
That we should be dead,
While the insistence
That Patience is a virtue
Postpones our will.
As this life becomes
More and more banal,
Peeling away paint chips,
We are dismayed.
Under each façade is only another face.
(As if there was some Truth to be found)
We buckle at the knees when we arrive at the Nothing
Upon which everything is built.
Falling through this calming chaos
I saw a pattern emerge.
Physically attracted to its symmetry,
I foiled my self,
Believing it to be Gravity.
But as the telescope turned microscopic
The mirrors and lenses projected chaos once again,
And the rabbit-hole in my retina
Sent signals to say,
“Fractals are far worse than Fiction.”
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