Aging (Fibonacci Sequence: 01123581321345589)
none
1(one)
1(ego)
two (I)
I 2
threeeeeeeeee
5 school,
ruled 2 three
hate math 8/5
parents split divisor 3 & me
bad teen luck
black eight-in-hole no triskaidekaphobe call
five ringtones call.
now lucky
legal drink: I’m old-gold-rolled ready-to-hold; I stick on 13 so play vingt-et-un with me tonight.
still 13 in
the soul, getting old with a balding, working luck. 34 is dirty floor &
still behind, & the legal drink now a double, hit me hit me & no! not
prime.
Fivefive, now
fivefive, finally loving the mother/other/the 21-still-angry child &
forgiving the serious careerist, so knowing, so sure, so 34. Take our bald
inner luck as it comes, let’s leave the dirty floor alone (why are these aches
all right ,why are these losses, these losses, so possible to endure?) Five
years plus ½ century, decoding while eroding, ofivefive.
89 am I 8 or
9? The young ones are 34, my children 55. There are 13 pills in the morning, 13
pills at night. But what, exactly what might happen next? A working soul and
another season’s turn, what else did I ever have? This world is greater than my
numbers, the poésie of my self. I
take the garbage out and set it on the street with joy. Tell me your secrets: I
am the one who truly wants to know. Lemniscate, I move toward ∞ today.
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