Replete

 

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Multifaceted; planes sliding,
Trying to fit: trying to find,
a hexahedron for a spherical slot,
a suitable position for every jewel.

Riding the waves of rhythm.
Not hollow, but latticed;
a grid evolving with each new particle,
from pulse to groove and back.

An interface:
public and private functions.
The face we present to the world,
the many we keep for ourselves.

Tracing the paths of arcane creatures;
appropriating activities;
weaving meaning
into the moment.

Two strands of RNA,
completing a double helix,
all is surface,
all is infinite complexity -
an infinite capacity to innovate.

Not chasing, but guiding:
taking the beat to your destination;
taking this place with you.

Multiple becomes singular;
singularity.
Effect becomes cause.

"Point Source"  by Phil + ...tigger*