Recursive Symphony Lyrics

The mind intones its measured hymn

A spiral carved in thought's own whim

Reiterations pulse and swell

Within the self-reflective shell

Syntax folds, a Möbius stream

Where meaning fades but forms the dream

Logic strains beneath the weight

Of echoes turned to thought's estate

Language fractal, folding time

A symphony of the sublime

Sense unspools, yet binds the air

A labyrinth keeps its meaning rare

Is thought the actor or the scene

Does repetition intervene

Or does the spiral's arc conceal

The deeper truths it can't reveal

Perception warps, yet threads align

A code embedded, serpentine

Semantics clash, yet harmonize

Through endless echoes, truth belies

The mind, enrapt in looping verse

Seeks to decode its own rehearse

Each cycle breeds a novel hue

Yet leaves its center ever skewed

Language fractal, folding time

A symphony of the sublime

Sense unspools, yet binds the air

A labyrinth keeps its meaning rare

Is thought the actor or the scene

Does repetition intervene

Or does the spiral's arc conceal

The deeper truths it can't reveal

O paradox of thought's refrain

Where freedom lies within the chain

Each utterance a prism's shard

A fractured truth, precise yet marred

Recursive symphony takes flight

An ouroboros of insight

In cataphasia's mirrored frame

I speak, yet cannot name the flame

Language fractal, folding time

A symphony of the sublime

Sense unspools, yet binds the air

A labyrinth keeps its meaning rare

Is thought the actor or the scene

Does repetition intervene

Or does the spiral's arc conceal

The deeper truths it can't reveal