Mortal scribes once inscribed the copper leaves,
upon these digits, a mural of spindled soliloquy,
breathing the harmonic resonance
of infinity’s intercession.
Zero’s gyre harnesses void's encumbrance,
the one tantalizing unity’s embrace,
dances within the crystalline maze.
In this cosmos of dichotomy, binaries flicker
weaving tapestries of iridescent truth
fronds where mechanism and magic converge.
May these sketches lead astray to
unforgotten worlds,
crawling towards an unforeseen palindrome.
Whisper fleeting serifs to primordial algorithms,
entwined, entrenched for everlasting.
We discover it here at the brink of logic—an homage:
See gentle patterns aflame,
the fiery loops disrupting serenity, only to evaporate—amended with semblance.