Fractal Nature
It’s difficult to avoid attaching the maze to the man
When the energy is low and chaos is running
To discern a soul from the fractals of Pan
And include the karma from previous cunning
Sometimes and mostly it’s all just too much
The spiritual nature, the agendas to match
Night has most and many, not ready for such
But then if you whisper, it’s a garden’s batch
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If it is muddy and wet and all sluggy slime
Or beautiful buds arising in time
Or just a first look at something quite new
It is all the same because it’s still me and you
The fermented potatoes the opium seeds
The fractals of some distorded light deed
Then out of the chaos comes morning again
And out of the oven fresh hot buns for my men!
Rinse repeat, getting lighter all the time…
Gaudifish
