i wish we could capture
these shifting twisting
turning squirming
seething breathing shapes
to share with you all

and the mirror
not her waking,
aching body showed,
but endless forms,
from feathered fractal
edges spilling out
a snowstorm
swirling silent
in her eyes
i wish we could capture
these shifting twisting
turning squirming
seething breathing shapes
to share with you all
the hubris, to think that she could ever capture something as brilliant and divine as that holy chaos
to reproduce every dimension of the true name of the Course
to pluck from those rivers and flashes of light and swirls
even an ounce of truthful representatia