Needless Things: the Beauty of Complexity

There is beauty in the tangled, In the threads that never run straight, Where order is only a rumor Whispered through lattices of fate.

Perfection is too simple a word For the elegance chaos can weave, For every fracture in symmetry Is a truth we can barely perceive.

In spirals of galaxies turning, In the pulse of a fractal design, In the chisel of time on our faces Lives a pattern both cruel and divine.

The mind seeks lines that are tidy, Yet the heart aches for something more— A labyrinth carved out of wonder, A puzzle we’re born to explore.

For beauty is not in completion, But in layers we’ll never unspool, In the grace of a system unwinding That teaches us complexity rules.

So praise every knot in the tapestry, Every question that never makes sense, For the finest art ever created Is complexity—vast and immense. NNN