Patterns
And the pattern still remains On the wall where darkness fell, And it's fitting that it should, For in darkness I must dwell. Like the color of my skin, Or the day that I grow old, My life is made of patterns That can scarcely be controlled. Paul Simon p.s. This is a 1:1 image of the detail in a geyser runoff.
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