Poem Number 7529

Fractile
Just thinking the thought(br)makes my mind hurt
The thought builds in on itself
like a self-fulfilling fractile
A never ending rush of data
I fight to keep the thought from breaking

Spirial spokes
have spoken
breaking bounderies
defining possiblities
unfolding into magnificant
explosions.
All in a blink
and a breath
the eternal eye
views inward
sees my forever
says yes
lights it on fire
sending me
into unknown space
a familar empathy
with stars
gallaxies
repeating themselves
back to me
helping me understand
I am fractile too.