Fibonacci 7 Poem by Michael Roysdon

Fibonacci 7



One
Can
Follow
a given
path to a lost state,
sought by many but soon was lost.
Spiraling out is the only way to see what is;
Little weaves in the fabric tell
Of what is there now,
And we seek
answers
in
this.

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Michael Roysdon

Michael Roysdon

Pine Hill, New Jersey
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