On fractal forms



I encode the commands

that instruct the machine:

———-Calculate thusly,

———-and plot points softly.


Art predating earthly creation

hides within the nature of numbers.

Here, there is a sun;

there, a flower in bloom;

yonder, a cosmic arabesque.


Beauty, which predates

even the light that was to be

and then was,

now awaits without fear

whatever end may one day come.


Discovered, as they were,

less than a lifetime ago,

these wonders, to us, are strung

between the infinities of time,

on sheets of pure mathematics

glimmering with the fingerprints

———-of God.




Original artwork by AGGOTT HÖNSCH István