From smallest form to its eternal whole,
Of patterns that repeated endlessly
Which are the outlines of its timeless soul.”
“So let me get this straight: you seem to say
That everywhere from tiniest of forms
To galaxies and more – the whole array
Of rock to life obey some common norms?”
“No, I go further and include much more:
The soul too follows in these simple schemes;
As room to room, from door to smaller door,
Or strings and streams, the fibrous stuff of dreams… “
“Queen Mab, I think, has been with you tonight… “
“… show teeming tendrils greenish in the light.”
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