Spiral lives like onions
each layer holding tears
until all layers become one.

The collapse into singularity
follows an irregular pattern
like the impossible bumblebee emerging
from a fractal snowflake.

Across turbulent oceans
the listening serpent
once heavy with death
sheds his skin.

Two souls adrift in chaos
like hermit crabs
each new nautilus shell
a beginning and a forgetting
no matter how distant, still
strange attractors.