Cantor Dust and Living
I have got a coded life
No flesh, no lyrics,no fancy flight
I am living like an equation
Hopping x y z as booze slave
They play with me to get a solution
And after that they make midnight coffee
I live in my own cocoon
Unaware of the temporal curves
Play of Fractals in Romanesco broccoli
I wander an illusory Kappa
Floating over a Mandelbox
Counting Julias in dream if I have any.
Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty | Year Posted 2014
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