I.
Fractally speaking, the curvature is
Abound with nuance, and it is plush.
It is plush so that it becomes a seance
Of actuals and rarefied tropes, and
It plush. It is plush so that the crown
Of slope meets the derivative of hope,
And it is plush. It is plush so that
The limbic blush cuts the panic rush
In half, threeways, fourquarts, quite
The opposite of plush, but it is plush.
II.
I have instructed the soul searching caricature
To commiserate with the yak-yakking blue heart of
Noon. I have demonstrated the heartless wander
Lust peeking at the sought after, the dung heap of
Historical amnesia. I have leveled suitable allegations
At the savory conniption, the bulbous inkling of faith
That descends the ivory tower, dissolves with crushed
Stone. I have cremated the bureaucratic pith of home.
Gathering just-a-bit-o moss 
I was intrigued by how fluidly you treated your subject in two complementary ways, each section with its own character, color and contribution. And like a fractal, or like a life, the parts eat and repeat the wholes. thanks.
Many thanks. My infatuation with math bubbles up at times with unexpected results.
Your words are so toothsome, and to read them out loud is a pleasure.
There is persistent doubt whether the words that I have to yank out at times are any good. With kind words such as these, doubt can take a hike š Thank you.