Poem

What Time Knows

A Fibonacci poem of fear

Photo by Ira Mint on Unsplash

Fear
first
foremost
mammogram
purgatory waits
personal silent chambered hell
anticipating bells ringing future frames of me
I spiral outward from a controlled centre, embodying worst-case scenarios
begging, please, hold my hands in the suffocating dark
soothe my weary thundering heart
tell me, will it be
malignant?
benign?
time
knows

© Aspen Blue 2020

Special thanks to Dennett for introducing me to this poetic form based on my favourite mathematical sequence.

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