Connectivity in a Fractal sense
Patterns repeat so jump off the fense
Predictive assumptions fail every time
Unique mutations is a one I count as mine.
Predetermined is such a joke
The irony reeks Of paradoxical reproach
In our quest to make everything sane
The will is lost to ever attain
Whether ti's more or less than you think
Can't be for the not knowing once in does it sink.
And so it stops. In an awsome view
Of things never imagined in a more prosaic hue.
The, horizon then extends and more problem occure. To my mind left behind theyare unable to procure
©wrennie
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