Figure B8 RECURSIVE

On a resounding staircase we ascend

To daylight and a spacious colonnade

That faces hills, rolling without end

To the horizon. Of marble made

Dappled with patterns like to light and shade

On forest floor, or ripples in a lake

As if the same math’matics were obeyed

In rock, in branch, in flesh, in waves that break:

All things with form from this their master-pattern take.