Musing Over Biocentrism
If I were to let you go –
would I survive?
Smoke filling my lungs,
coughing out asymptotes;
curving with no end,
the space between –
half way gone,
and half way here –
what is our equation?
Empty space filled,
parallel universes –
sprawling out our story,
it does not live in this plane,
or does it?
Calculate, divide, tear –
generate some concept,
mathematically playing numbers,
into the perfect octave,
in some place …
time; that ends,
with no beginning.
The dance of brainwaves,
escaping through the wormhole,
left leg reaching,
right – light still here,
the numbers continue clicking,
Fibonacci spinning our definitions –
framework of an imaginary existence?
MindRetrofit7 
Love it. Of course. Hope you’re well Angel.
So glad you liked it Lady Day! I am good today. Woot! 🙂
Love it! Math …is Poetry… is Math!
Memoirs of a Dragon I utterly agree! I was so excited when I saw you share about Fibonacci, Senryū poetry. I have been playing around with them, but not ready to share. 🙂 I am a little obsessed with the Fibonacci number. I wrote a poem last October that was triggered by the Fibonacci number. I wonder if I get to thinking about it every October? I will wait and see next year. 🙂 https://mindretrofit7.wordpress.com/2011/10/27/making-one/
Your ‘Fib’ from last October is amazing! Math is part hobby, part profession for me, and I have always been fascinated by Fibonacci. And to recently discover that there is a poetic style was like being handed a new toy! Initially, I was aimless, but once I chose my own photographs as my ‘muse’, then I felt ready to post! SO much fun and challenging!