The Infinite Vortex: A Microcosm of Life
A perfect spiral binds the central core,
Where dark and twisted lines begin to spin,
To open up a strange and hidden door,
A world of pattern we are captured in.
In some, a vibrant, psychedelic dream,
With bubbles bright as jewels in the shade,
Like pebbles at the bottom of a stream,
Or biological designs displayed.
While others, stripped of color, show the bones,
A deep anatomy of perfect grace,
A master's sketch in monochrome tones,
Exploring light in infinite space.
From abstract doodle, dynamic and bright,
To biological wonder of the night.
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