you’re my paradox

of earth and aether — of self

and chase swallowtail?

the color palettes

at your beauty, your being

dreading suffering

faint little circle

but chaotic and angry

lingers deep inside

we are all so close

contained within the puddles

a night reflection

I glanced at you — there

to each other, back and forth

small bubbly fractals

oh, cedar waxwings

completely immerse yourself

a night reflection

the swallows are here

you can be a single point

quintessence being

I keep company

fill yourself with this bounty

wispy tufts of grace

you need solitude

like a love note in the morn

to gossip of this

with no dimension

fractals into more windows

the spring surprises

my mind ebbs and flows

creates dragon curve beauty

I have passed this past

sometimes you just run

on the forest floor — I feel

fractal winter days

we are all so close

place them in your mind’s pocket

in the now of life

black, soft, powder stick

will become covered with moss

to the long light rays

do you ever just

you are like honey and light

to the norms of life

black, soft, powder stick

does not point its beam at you

while reflecting sky

I feel all the strands

ripples from raindrops expand

announce the sunset

cumulative drops

come and sit with me; this day

no matter the seas

this night sky that comes

your eyes wide open to see

reflect and renew

your presence brings joy

through my entire being

fog rolls in like tide