Mise en abyme

The video below shows the workings out that I quickly scribbled down after waking from an intuitive dream. The Poem was inspired by the dream, so thought I'd include it here for you to view.  

This poem made it into a Physics Journal in America, which I was delighted about. The arts and sciences are inextricably linked and although they are often at odds with each other, in our enlightened [?] time; it may surprise you to know that many major scientific breakthroughs and discoveries have been made by Artists. In my opinion it is about time we bridged the gap between Art and Science and encourage Human exploration and creativity in any of its many forms. As an aside: My friend Robert Root-Bernstein, Ph. D. has some interesting information regarding this topic, you can find it here: https://www.msu.edu/~rootbern/ 

The poem spans subjects, such as: Quantum physics, Neurology and Fractals in mathematics, Nature and Time,  these are brought together to form a microscopic and macroscopic overview of how the Human mind thinks. That's not a great explanation, its difficult to explain, which is why I wrote the poem. Enjoy.

1.

Purposefully playing with Plato's peculiar solid shapes.

Meditating about the mysteriously, miraculous form.

Space-time continuum: a veil wrapped in many capes.

Landscapes of Superpositional particle waves, are the norm;

Right up until, of course, the viewer viewed and forcefully forced;

The transitory wave to collapse, at the point between synapse.

2.

Infinity unwrapped; potentials tangled, finitely trapped.

Multiple dimensions collide, implode inside of finite minds.

Rational brains chasing signs; trying to adapt, cells sapped!

Elusive point between two petals opposed on parallel bars.

Tracing thin lines around poppies and portals blind, never defined.

The ever shrinking dot goes way beyond A microscopic topic.

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3.

A quantum level quandary; halls full of crazy mirrors: black.

Wooded place on two spiral paths, within a maze of maths;

And I too, travelled roads less taken and wondered if I'd get back;

But for now, at least, I'll cease to cease and walk on multiple paths.

One day, I might be sitting and sighing in a morning Frost;

With friends from the past, to see a clear pass, between shadows cast.

4.

Creating inter-dimensional maps for irrational traps.

Prince of amateurs, resides within, from time to time, through my rhyme.

New discoveries, in every line and sign posts on desert tracks.

I stumbled on a place sublime; within my mind, outside of time;

Where the trees bristled and whispered great truths, in a foreign tongue.

Phenomena increased before thrice:  A non-material trice.

5.

Falling head over heels, for a Matryoshka model's figure;

Probing her core, to view beautifully hidden depths, once more.

Fractal Queen knocked on my door, set the tone, created the allure;

And what is more, my friends, I cracked the code and deciphered the law;

So now I chase her all day long and sometimes, between heartbeats;

She sings her song in silent verse and I, can hear, every sweet word.