Paradigm Waveform – a poem


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


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