Poetry: Fractals

the spiral wind is whirling through the saint of deep designs

uncovering the woven hearts of lovers and their kind

and sand dunes part at God’s command to unbury the chest

that within hides the blueprint signs of angels’ pattern best

and in these prints are melodies that code the world to words

that number stars like golden bars that ring like none you’ve heard

and when these prints are ripped from page and breathed to life in clay

the fractals formed beyond the void such sweet melodies play

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