Damaged Fractal Fractures

©May 17th 2022, Olan L. Smith

Collapse down, shrink, yet divide into a billion branches

Spread out across the nothingness in a trillion ways,

And it takes us with it in the matrix of splintered

Forms we discern, but can't hold into place―my god.

We can't trace our way backward or forwards, just

Now is all we have to comprehend, but it wavers,

One day one way, and another the next; text change

And we blame our recall not rooted in the corporeal.

Rich soils and weak vines cause failures, and one after

Another it's a disaster, and another, into the deep

Damaged fractals, fractured reality of split eternities, one

Atop another until only one is left to ponder. The black

Hole of holes is nothing but more fractures, more changes,

And the mind cannot grasp it, so, it must override the

Data, it discerns not what was, or is, or will be, and it only 

Sees glimpses it can fathom, you are, I might be, it's a sham.