Spot of Mandelbrot

Went out tilting at windmills
Across groundless molehills
Hangin’ on for dear life
To the edge of my skull

Tried to hitch a ride
To some kind of wild spectacle
Something absolutely atypical
And yet cosmically universal

Then my thumb went numb
And my tongue went dumb
Waiting for some answer to come
So I followed a trail of diamond crumbs
Straight to the edge of Elysium

Well, the paradox of paradise
Is that Heaven’s just a narrow slice
Without the underworld’s fire
The whole globe would be on ice

Every star becomes a dot

Each story told a mere subplot

Just a spot of Mandelbrot

Flashing past in candid shots

Of scenes time long ago forgot
Blinking lonely nodes

Linking to the motherlode

Wading in the flow
 just waiting to go

Wading in the flow
 just waiting to go

I entered a 3-D flowchart
Elegant with gold-inlaid art
Where you end up depends
On where you start
For destiny has got
A lot of moving parts

Then a siren rang a bell
She said I know but will not tell
So what if we spin here
For a spell
Upon this unhinged carousel
And reflect our paths
In parallel
Reflect our paths
In parallel

For I am Julia Mandelbrot
And I am the model-maker

Replicating all of Nature

Far too expansive to capture

Rendering the big picture

Delivering it in miniature

Every star becomes a dot

Each story told a mere subplot

Just a spot of Mandelbrot

Flashing past in candid shots

Of scenes time long ago forgot
Blinking lonely nodes

Linking to the motherlode

Wading in the flow
 just waiting to go

Wading in the flow
 just waiting to go

Well, models are exhibitionist

Curving contours lightly kissed

Treating every eye to a tryst

Lingering on each little twist

Exposing more than I’d care to exist

Drawing the Universe to scale

Tracing snakes swallowing their tails

Galaxies poured into Grails

Recreating creation’s trail

Down to the finest and last detail

We spun all the dials for a while
And turned that inch into many long miles
Still I remained an empty exile
Chasing the impossible endless smile

Then I drew a bridge to forever
Made of maybes and what-ifs
And measured howevers
Whiled away ages in the endeavor
She patted and tapped my head and said
Well, that design is very clever
But you’re gonna need a bigger lever
Yeah, you’re gonna need a bigger lever

Every star becomes a dot

Each story told a mere subplot

Just a spot of Mandelbrot

Flashing past in candid shots

Of scenes time long ago forgot
Blinking lonely nodes

Linking to the motherlode

Wading in the flow
 just waiting to go

Wading in the flow
 just waiting to go