Fibonacci (First Attempt) Poem by C S Katulka

One
eye
sees all,
everything.
only with right mind
can all really be understood:
Time spent, head in clouds Works to heal the soul. No lie.
A kind of gray truth is found in the folds of disappearing narcotic curtain, show
tiny, undetectable grains of enlightenment collected. Unlikely voyage through fourth dimension yielding results. Not every time, though
its not going to stop me from trying, long term danger in attempting to fly nightly though, who wants to live forever? If I could without freezing I'd fly to Neptune tomorrow, but I've cracked my only fish bowl. Alas.