Distorted, the waveform is mutated
Along its lines of force and movement
To blend into a seeming coherent whole
That stands as it is without comparison,
A world of itself, jumps made smooth.
The infinite skies know much more
Than they mayst ever tell, those lines
Driving, denote an uneven world within
The carefully contained cells sizeable
That make up the synergy, the all.
Worlds collide inside this strange frame
Where ride the finite storms of self,
Infinity multiplied beyond mere thought,
Hydrogen electrified and so compressed,
The swirls and spikes battle for supremacy;
p.s. – apologies for the lack of clarity on the picture, it was all done on the bus going home so I had to make do with what I had to hand