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We are grown within a dodecahedral uterus

of a perfect cosmic endlessness.

And I can’t help but staring at a plant

without seeing the beauty of the golden ratio.

Omniverse

We are grown within a dodecahedral uterus

of a perfect cosmic endlessness,

and I can’t help but staring at the stars

without seeing the ordered viscerality

of the logarithmic spyrals.

Omniverse

As the order that moves our steps

you measure the amount of air we're breathing,

you are perfection.

As the Macrocosm formed by small microcosmic particles

you let us die in that dodecahedral uterus

of a perfect cosmic endlesness.