The Golden Recursion of Us
I hold my hands in a heart shape, but to me, it
Fractal Eye
The Recursive Pulse of a Summer Night
I stand beneath these spotlights, but I can feel the fractal geometry
The Silver Spiral of a Summer Breath
I step forward, and with every grain of sand that yields beneath
The Golden Recursion of a Summer Sigh
I stand here, a singular point of yellow in an infinite gray
The Green Crochet Singularity: A Loop of Eternal Spring
I hold these wildflowers, but as I stare into the yellow center
The Infinite Ripple in Your Palm
I close my eyes, but I see the universe unfolding beneath me.
The Recursion of a Single Drop
I am suspended in a blue infinity, where the water does not
The Eternal Recursion of Your Gaze
I am leaning against the window of a train that never truly
The Eternal Recurrence of a Sunlight Smile
I am holding a single strand of my hair between two fingers,
The Golden Aperture of Eternal Return
I press my eye against the viewfinder and suddenly, Tokyo is no
The Golden Spiral of Our Last Sunset
I stand at the edge of a concrete staircase that is not
The Concrete Pulse of a Thousand Suns
I press my palms against the cold concrete, and suddenly I am
