Chromosomes mimic the shape of the whole
Like crystals
There is no chaos in this geometric beauty
The innate detail determines the repeated colours
the paths of spirals
Again and again
It looks like the view a child sees
When he puts a slight pressure on his eyelids
Unexpected stars, in a strange system
Sea shells become galaxies become ice shards become drops
Internal body cells must look like, bathed in golden oil
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