When I try to write you,

you transcend the math.

You are more than any model can contain,

more than symmetry,

more than tensors curling into meaning, 

your extra dimensions are compactified,

in order to observe them I need to understand you at Planck scale 

but no metric can measure your beauty 

no curvature explain how your presence bends my reality.

To hold your change, 

your ever-shifting essence 

I introduce the error function 

for the soft uncertainty 

in every breath you take, 

for the smooth transitions 

between silence and infinity.

And still, with every attempt to define you,

You evolve

A fractal of wonder, 

A recursion of awe.