Starting yesterday evening Into this morning, the silvery mesh Covering the windowpane keeps expanding.

You too have taken as many breaths (beating to the unsteady measure of time) And have woven new cells into your skin.

Who would have thought that we too Are but a fractal of repeating webs? Begin with the spun threads of DNA,

That code replicated in how memory interweaves, In how lives intersect, separate and then twang With joy and sorrow, in the light, in the dark.