A Thread’s Memory

Indeed, everything is fractal.

A bird’s flight.

A picture’s light.

A song’s rhythm.

A singer’s soul.

A thread’s beauty – crystalline and faceted in our eyes’ kaleidoscopica.

But don’t forget the thing that matters, the thread that brought you here.

For meaning lies behind the symbols, not in them.

Love lies in the singer, not the song.

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