Poem – Gibberish Using the Fibonacci Sequence

How

Do

You know

Where to flow?

Above or below

The soil in which the clovers grow?

Denser than this body who used to be his own foe.

It’s only when osmosis claims it will this thing be subject to your undertow.

Your molecules recall how to transform into snow.

No hesitations. You just go.

Always in a row.

You bestow

No hellos.

Do

So.

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