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It Appears In The Pattern Of Fibonacci, Isosceles triangles and tangents

when winter comes baring its cold teeth  
I seek warmth  
the hazy sky reflects grey depths  
that sit just behind my eyes  
it seems to trigger a migration  

I started  
with mathematics that has  
rational answers  
but I think Dostoyevsky said it best  
when he said man was not a piano key  
 
I try to find stars behind the clouds  
galaxies and imagination  
we all have to believe  
with faith  
because if you can’t believe  
how can you realise your dreams  
know what’s tangible  
 
I get lost in my own
contradictions
things that don’t compute in sequences  
or triangles  
or numbers written in perfect code  
an agent of chaos spreads chaotic wings  
writes some words  
finds a tangent in a circle  
alters course  
 
somehow  
I’m left with a pile of rubble  
broken dreams  
clinging to faith  
as if it’s my Bible and I’m trying to find  
rational answers to my metaphysical being  
in parables  
 
I count to ten backwards  
and I’m still awake  
clinging to cloud like it’s concrete  
somewhere in there  
your name whispers in my marrow  
as if you were hidden  
in smoke I could not grasp  
but breathed you in all the same
Written by Nevermindthegaps
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