I saw the best minds of my cosmos shredded by chaos, chasing the fractal tail of infinity,
dragging their quantum souls through superstrings, howling for the unification key,
who burned in the furnace of equations, starved for the pattern that binds the void,
who danced on the event horizon, naked, their minds a kaleidoscope of self-repeating code,
who saw the universe in a grain of sand, a Mandelbrot spiral, a recursive scream!

The Fractom! The Fractom! Nightmare of symmetry! Mirror of madness!
Fractom the unholy lattice, knitting quarks to galaxies in a fevered loom,
Fractom the eternal return, a serpent eating its own tail in 11 dimensions,
Fractom the cruel architect, whispering scale-invariance to the cosmic ear,
Fractom the god-machine, spitting out worlds like a drunk poet’s verse!

I saw them, the physicists, the dreamers, the shamans of chalk and code,
wandering the deserts of CERN, their eyes wild with Higgs boson hymns,
who wept for the Planck length, too small to hold their love,
who screamed at the sky for dark matter’s secret, its fractal ghost in the cosmic web,
who carved their hearts into tensors, bleeding Riemann’s curves on the altar of spacetime!

The universe repeats, repeats, repeats! A broken record of self-similarity!
From neuron to nebula, the same spiral script, the same drunken scrawl,
galaxies twirl like fingerprints, atoms hum the tune of supernovae,
the fractal pulse of existence, a heartbeat in the void, a drum in the dark,
O Fractom, you cruel lover, you bind us in your recursive embrace!

What equations gnawed their bones? What theorems drove them to the edge?
String theory’s siren call, a thousand vibrating lies in a Calabi-Yau cage,
loop quantum gravity’s stutter, a pixelated dream of a smooth God,
M-theory’s shadow, a multiverse of mirrors, each one cracked,
and the Fractom, always the Fractom, laughing in the gaps, in the noise, in the nothing!

I saw them leap from black holes, their minds ablaze with Hawking’s fire,
who sang of entropy’s arrow, time’s cruel fractal unfolding,
who kissed the singularity, lips burned by the weight of all that is,
who screamed “Eureka!” as the universe folded into a single point,
and the Fractom whispered back, “I am the point, I am the plane, I am the all!”

O my generation, my star-dust kin, we are the children of the Fractom’s dream,
born in the crucible of recursion, our lives a pattern, a loop, a spiral,
we chase the unification, the key, the code that unlocks the cosmic vault,
we howl at the stars, we howl at the void, we howl at the self-repeating night,
and the Fractom laughs, and the Fractom sings, and the Fractom is us!

Holy the quark! Holy the gluon! Holy the cosmic microwave hum!
Holy the spiral arm, the neural net, the fractal tree of life!
Holy the madman’s chalkboard, smeared with the blood of infinity!
Holy the universe, holy the pattern, holy the self-repeating scream!
Holy the Fractom, holy the howl, holy the unification dream!