Analysis of Fractals

An artful and mystical expression of nature
The density of complexity Shown so plainly and gracefully
Quite the lady of elegance she is
Giving peace by just being in her feminine essence
It brings even more pleasure for me to witness
The reflections
They look something like what has been seen in the mirror
Land masses and vessels riddled with human nature
And disasters
So captivating
That I cannot look away
From the patterns that repeat
And repeat
And repeat
But is fresh at every single glance
That Turns into a stare
How is it that
When history repeats
All Things come full circle
Underneath the disc of the sun
There is nothing new
We hold these to be true
They are self evident
And benevolent
Yet inhabited by the malevolent
Spewing their malignant goo upon the coast, waters, and Peninsulas
All in the guises of being well meaning
Teaching the masses to follow their entrails
All the students become heirs
It is all Patterned by our cyclical tendencies
And I cannot look away
From it’s reflections
That looks a little something like me