
I am strangely attracted to you
Stretching and folding, weaving
An infinitely deep cosmos
Down, down, down, I fall
Into the regime of chaos
It was all because of the butterfly
Flapping wings to throw a kiss
That I started bifurcating
Suddenly, at every frequency of the power spectrum
I began quasi-periodically oscillating
Shall we converge? Shall we diverge? Whither
The destiny of this deterministic trip?
When the iterations stop
We shall have left our loci
On a Poincare Map