As the humans spend hours and hours crunching non-linear models on their supercomputers 

I make my universal rounds in a nanosecond, or two, depending on how fast the carousel of light is running that day.  

I've slaved long human hours over the empty copper plate of your planet.

I've churned and chiseled chaos as much as humanly possible.  

The result that ripples on the edge of the butterfly's wing

And sends tidal waves crashing into paradise.

My copper plate is filled with fractals 

I'm trying to undo an etching.  Render it moot, but it doesn't want to disappear.