Fractal Truth

i read Castaneda,
wondered how much of it was true;
how much his experience while
dwelling upon those passages
where he flies,
flies chained
(by some intermediary substance and
the structure of an old, clever man's words),
to a molecule along the momentum
of a rushing river
to places thousands of miles away and
i puzzled at the familiarity,
the vagaries
of what exactly rang true.

i read Chaos Theory and
marveled at the latticework it revealed,
of fractal edges and gradual progressions -
a silent fugue of impossible
yet infinite divisions,
their unreasonable reality overcome
by mere mundanity.

i had a thought, i saw a vision... felt
the presence,
( more than twice),
of reality's flaring edge and i now see all
of existence
via
the
spaces
in
between.