fractal essences seen within the mandelbrot set things we learned, or perhaps half-learned, but still say

fractal essences seen within the mandelbrot set things we learned, or perhaps half-learned, but still say
a mighty statue maybe, or a side of bacon eyes deceive, and brains will fool us, when too close
drug store countertop: fake grandeur meant for real purpose
the sea creeps upon sleeping shores, leaving foam only from up high do we see -- all of us lost gulls
in this library, this temple, the old words echo
Every day, there's but one chance: There is love, and nothing else. We sing about it, we dance for it, We travel across the world to show it. We gather around cradles, full with it; We congregate in old churchyards, weighed down by it. We bring stories to life in service of it, We're born for it, live for it, Sometimes even die for it -- Every day, and everywhere, there are these one chances: Love, and nothing else gives us hope, Meaning, Direction, and Purpose. Love is the road, and the map of the road; The destination, and the journey. Knowledge becomes wisdom through love, And the sharing of wisdom only possible through love. When we do not know to care, We seldom care to know; Mortality is made bearable by love; And immortality possible Through it
her holds her up and both are flying
to walk beside as equals, to live, within, as one, but still be separate and distinct when all is wrapped and done, to know each other's weaknesses, but tandem swim towards destiny -- this is, i think, the best we have, this is, i think, the key
in battle lines, in cocaine lines, we find our way to death in union lines, and power lines, we struggle for each breath we scrawl across the pages of the lives we do not choose and only gain advantage when we know there's naught to lose