These are the words that came to me when I saw the unique signature online somewhere.

What is it

Are those whorls randomly made

Or painstakingly practised, perfected

I try to look, find something in it

About the person hiding in it

A lot of visuals come dancing out

Peacock in bloom or a porcupine

Bundle wires or Saturnian rings

May be a cabbage, sliced in between

Or psychic aura, of that being

More I stretch more confused I become

Loose myself in the multiverse

Of those rotating lines