Bars on hawk feathers,
Like ripple shadows on sand.
As above, below.
Intricate, branching shadows,
From trees, or coral castles?
The veins in my hand
Branch like rivers on dry ground.
Flowing full of life.
From earth, stalactites.
Icicles at river's edge.
Water echoes stone.
Tiny hexagons shape ice—
Or honeycombs built by bees?
This universe, built
From templates both large and small
Repeats its patterns.
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