Ode to the Fractal

FRACTALS

A sonnet by J.B. Pravda

Swirling, tunneling, extirpating be

The pathways of cosmic energy;

Order's just a sham, said He,

Chaos but the mime to Me.

Nay, nay, 'tis true, the reverse

Unto entropy though it be perverse.

Complexity, complex it be,

Hidden yet, the cause of Thee, said He.

And in Its bosom doth truly dwell

The cosmic clue to Liberty.

Who deigns to blithely so set free

The Plan, what plan, the Plan of "BE."

For from the all that is but One,

'Tis only Truth that's truly won.