It moves in dimensions I cannot understand,
Through patterns I cannot fathom,
In ways I can never imagine;
Holding my attention in a trance...
It looks familiar,
Like a moment of deja vu but I can't place it,
Like a distant memory long forgotten,
Like the itch in the centre of your back;
You know it's there, but you just can't reach it...
Spinning around me like a vortex,
It shows me possibilities and dreams,
Assumptions and estimates;
Projections and conclusions surround me and entwine with my soul,
And for a moment I am everything...
Like grains of rice on a chess board,
I am the exponential.
I am the exponent.
I am the beginning and the end, the pattern and the symmetry.
I am all I am, and I am I.
It moves in dimensions I occupy,
Through patterns I created,
In ways of my design...
I never saw it look so beautiful.
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