Fractals, zoomed in upon a thousand times
repeat their outward patterns, not unlike
your eyes repeat their chaos-quilted rhymes

at sunset: pupil-reflected sunshine,
teal-grained pools, ivory rings. These things are
fractals. Zoomed in upon a thousand times

my heart is your stare is a seagull climbing
salt-laked breeze methodically are sun
stroked dreams repeating chaos-quilted rhymes

in mountain shadows. Your hairs are divine
leaves of grass are half-read Whitman poems are
fractals. Zoomed in upon a thousand times

all things are fractals. All things repeat my
love, your gyred body's lean against me.
All things repeat in chaos-quilted rhymes

as I'm forming them: you and I, snow-lined
peaks, red-bathed pine trees, this poem, moonrise, and
fractals. Zoomed in upon a thousand times
our souls repeat in chaos-quilted rhyme.