i listen,
to this sound
tonight i
see my
body,
i start from here, this syllable
there is beyond this body, this face,
there is this shape of my soul, its scent exuding, my aura
beyond this is the light that my soul is wanting to reach, the sun, the Sun.
there is a word
it is first.
there is no change possible, it does not move, it is printed, it stays forever, here.
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetry-in-fibonacci-sequence/
