Patterns Seeing Patterns
A short poem
Ideas
Started over 12 years ago on January 20, 2013
We are but patterns seeing patterns, Dynamic graphs that love. That bite your lip during a kiss to say something again Holding you still in revelation.
That holy oath to which you beckon Made before your time, or time itself: To demonstrate the tenderness of the equation, That shape of firing electricity, just a moment more.
And right now. Right now. There is nothing to fear.
(at this moment, at this age, in this epoch, in this place)
And I hope to arrive, at my final configuration, as i am: without a question, without the need to ask.
A shape amongst shapes, a witness to it all.