The Pattern Of You

I love the pattern of you
I love the pattern that is you
You’re a cloud, a wave
The shadows of leaves rippling on my wall

I can’t believe my luck:
That I’m here to witness the pattern that is you
Unfold and stretch, giggle and prance
I could easily have missed it all
If I’d been born in the wrong hundred years

You’re a tumbling cascade of ions
Sleeved in myelin, sparkling, so bright
Your container, though beautiful
Can’t compare to the pattern it carries

How can a pattern be so perfect?
Tessellating, blossoming, rotating, translating
A thousand angles, a million facets
All flawless, all imaginary, all real
They integrate and become: you

It’s a miracle in a godless universe
Sometimes I worry that I’ll be blinded
The pattern is so complete, so whole
And I am so shattered, so fragmented
But then the pattern touches me
And tells me she loves me.

Digitalism – Blitz

Lately, I’ve been driving very fast, listening to this track playing insanely loudly in the car. The viscerality of loud electronic music + high velocity does something inside my brain that nothing else does. I’m inside of everything, I’m outside looking in. The world is enormous and tiny. The car is a spaceship and a muon.

If you do listen to this, only do it at a volume that hurts you. ?