Treasure Island

Neha m.k

(1998 / india)

The Fibonacci


Sorcerer, I sleep through the dark deeds
the dark deeds which I rarely breathe

Rolling around my bed I puzzle
how many people I muzzle

In the dark there was a ray of light
traveling towards the number pile

All night I scribbled
yet got nothing right
papers and papers
I wasted piles

A scarf I tied around me tight
wondering which numbers will unlock my mind

The box I held under my arm
which numbers do I choose from
six numbers in all I had to fill
each one a single digit

I mixed and matched random dates
as I thought that would unlock the safe
but I didn’t manage to get anything straight

And suddenly I remembered the Fibonacci
as my mom had said “add carefully”

I unlocked the string
and pulled out a ring
thanks to the Fibonacci

Submitted: Thursday, January 23, 2014
Edited: Friday, January 24, 2014

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