Eternal Golden Braid - Escher, Gödel, Bach
Escher, Gödel, Bach, together
make mind's music tempo weather
form to storm blocks, light as feather
turn constraints most, far less clever,
see as strictures which tight tether,
not as pictures hell-for-leather
spirit lead to question whether
constancy's illusion ever.
Patterns into patterns weaving
both deceiving, undeceiving,
here perception sees stairs leaving
there inspection stares, seize cleaving.
Somehow someone reconciling
forwards, back, and time a-whiling,
motion into more compiling,
starts ball rolling inwards smiling
outwards treadmills single-filing
round in circles never riling,
ever onwards as the aisle in
fact or fiction sets key styling.
As impressions artist wording
so the poet, insight girding
paints life's canvas sixth sense herding
into bridge for future wording.
Mind unwinding never minding
dizzy blinding reels from binding
backwards grinding, from behinding,
springs forth for a fourth time binding
far horizons, nearness, finding
that perceptions interwinding
vision skew to keep reminding
constantly of traces grinding.
Keeping tabs on locomotion
through a tableau that commotion
seems, in turmoil, senseless ocean,
stems from structure's subtle potion.
Thus confusion into fusion
tracks intact design solution
ends, means melds without intrusion
'spite apparent convolution,
inks links' thinklings in profusion
to coherency's conclusion
in a trice as revolution
follows former revolution.
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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