a new sonnet! Sonnet #163

We’d all be angels if we understood
That the beginning and end of things
Is at once unique and identical -
But at different energy levels.

A clump of roots that becomes a rhizome
Is a garden of forked paths, a forest
Of decision trees to challenge our best
Efforts to unravel complexity,

A process that heightens our awareness,
As thoughts collide with and improve their flow.
The first, prime, unaltered source remains true
And faithful to its initial argument.

The final proof is the recognition
That we’ll be angels when we see the light.