Spot of Mandelbrot

What means the B?
What means the B?
What do you mean, what means the B?
Well, what means the B?
In Benoit B. Mandelbrot
Ben What? Benot B. Why?
Benoit B Who?
Benoit Be Where?

Benoit B Mandelbrot
But what’s with this B?
For what does it stand?
This orphaned interstitial initial?
This mysterious B.
Popped right in the middle
Why must it be Benoit BE Mandlebrot?
Wherefore and whyfore this misbegotten “B”
Well, the B, you see, is much more than a symbol
That B. unblocks the swirling sea
And unlocks the key to Julia’s riddle

Maybe the B stands for born
Born of a shattered mirror
Worn along the battered shore
Of every vein or branching river
Borders torn from rough contours
Wherever hereafter meets before
Where every inch contains a mile more
And a Universe unfurls behind every door

Infinity bound up in her embrace
Interred in invariant iterations
Entangled time overgrowing space
From a seed of selfsame equations
The pencil failed to trace
Julia’s fractured face
So the circuit took a shot
Just a spot of Mandelbrot
The elf in self
The elf in self
The elf in self
Nature never forgot

Maybe the B is for the silence in doubt
For who knows what that sound is really about
Maybe the B is be be beginning
The genesis of domino events
Or perhaps the B is simply for beckoning
Your mind toward whatever it meant

Recursion recurs
Mer
Myrrh
Murmuring
Mer murmuring more
Murmuring more meaning

Recursion recurs
Mer murmuring more
More mortal morphemes morphing
Morphemes morphing meaning
More less less more more less
More meaning meaning less

Recursion recurs
More tales
More tall tales
More mortal tales
More immortal tails

Recursion recurs
Mer made tails
Tales made by Mer mer mer
Missed misted mysteries
More morphing memories
Murmuring Murmuring
Murmuring

Recursion recurs
Mur mur murmur
Murmuring murmuring
Morphing morphing morphing
More less less more more less
Meaning meaning meaning
Less more more less less

Recursion recurs
Morphing morphemes
More murky memories
Murmuring murmuring
Murmur mur mur
Recursion recurs
Mer murmurs
Recursion Recurs

Maybe the Be stands for Between
The impossible and the merely unseen
Maybe the Be stands for Becoming
Because the new now is always coming
Maybe the Be stands for singularity’s sheen
Scattered by the magic Mandelbrot fractal
Into the wildest scene any eye has seen
Recursion recurs

Infinity bound up in her embrace
Interred in invariant iterations
Entangled time overgrowing space
From a seed of selfsame equations
The pencil failed to trace
Julia’s fractured face
So the circuit took a shot
Just a spot of Mandelbrot
The elf in self
The elf in self
The elf in self
Nature never forgot

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