fibonacci poem about a sunflower (they grow in fibonacci spirals!) (7/1/26, very bored above the pacific ocean)
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Day.
Dawn.
We sway
To music unheard.
There's patterns in our world
That you can scarcely conceive of dreaming about --
But try, darling. The bluebeat of open sky, the heartbeat of the earth,
Organic mathepoetics. Can you feel it? Are your cells rearranging? Stare straight into the sun - no, chase it. Pour another drink.
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