Null.
All.
A lull.
Unknown’s call.
Strange has passed —
Stranger still, our curiosity.
Curious what none plus one has amassed.
To what great unknowable unknown do we owe eternal reciprocity?
Yet, there is more to learn — we cannot yet see;
Knowledge profane as night;
Truth sweet as honey.
Grant us sight!
Caught in spiral hell,
Cursing Fibonacci, we yell.
