Surely patterns hold hands To mint our fractal god Math or wisdom matter Propagates by theory And but the fearful And foolish Give grace To glad reality As it proves itself The more willing To provide a stable story To these fractured souls
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Surely patterns hold hands To mint our fractal god Math or wisdom matter Propagates by theory And but the fearful And foolish Give grace To glad reality As it proves itself The more willing To provide a stable story To these fractured souls