Fluster flakes pass muster as they cluster
above, below, beside themselves in dance,
swirl daredevil dervish, go for bust, a
ballet beauty blown by snowball chance.
Perplexed, perception fails to focus find,
mind seeks some patent pattern sense amid
apparent chaos, signals battling mind
on wave-lengths logic baffles, answers hid
between flakes' fractal faultlines forming whole.
Choreography kaleidoscopic
no Nuryev could execute with ease
whirls dusk to dawn, with energy entropic
breeze blown, chance sown despite surrounding freeze.
Frieze poet paints reflects split-second glance
that second thoughts incorporate, enhance.
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