My Prime
Hiding a life to attain
The quieting of my broken bones
Through my mandelbrot eyes
What is Lost
Is now found
Fibonacci looks at me
My heart rebel against
The recursive mirror of vanity
Copyright © Brian Grieve | Year Posted 2016
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