Crop Circles
—for Alice Fulton
I could care less—for crop circles
All those patterns—in the weeds
Counting orbits—that aren’t there
Wheat chaff—makes me dizzy
I’d rather—be a fractal addict
Alaska pipe-lining—into nothingness
There’s something—Zen-like about it
Not knowing—how far down it goes
Ultra-violet intensity—gains speed
Filling the screen—with ozone holes
I can find no shades—but perhaps
There’s a ghost—in the machine?
I’m a Mandelbrot—Entrepreneur
The cosmos makes—me feel lucky
I could care less—for crop circles
All those patterns—in the weeds
Counting orbits—that aren’t there
Wheat chaff—makes me dizzy
I’d rather—be a fractal addict
Alaska pipe-lining—into nothingness
There’s something—Zen-like about it
Not knowing—how far down it goes
Ultra-violet intensity—gains speed
Filling the screen—with ozone holes
I can find no shades—but perhaps
There’s a ghost—in the machine?
I’m a Mandelbrot—Entrepreneur
The cosmos makes—me feel lucky
Under right—and rare conditions
Space and time—turns me on
Something in me—oscillates
I don’t know why—or how
It’s like dreaming—Heinlein
Becoming—a fractured fairytale
What conjures up—these images
Space and time—turns me on
Something in me—oscillates
I don’t know why—or how
It’s like dreaming—Heinlein
Becoming—a fractured fairytale
What conjures up—these images
These strange—Exo-communications
These Pandora Box—entrancements
Merely entertainments—to please me?
These Pandora Box—entrancements
Merely entertainments—to please me?
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Words no longer—can describe it
It’s stupid of me—to even try
Words no longer—can describe it
It’s stupid of me—to even try
My breath on the—cabin window
Fractal ballet—lace at midnight
Fractal ballet—lace at midnight
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