Impromptu
is
this
is this
is this a
poem or syllabic
nonsense turned mathematical
following a formula binding the world right now
in a world whirling swirling spiraling towards what words may be used next Fibonacci
(Fibonacci is supposed to be part of the last line. It doesn't fit the page)
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