It's Still Life

A Three Stanza Fibonacci Sequence Poem From the Oracle’s Randomly Generated Words

The
wind’s
singing
with our skin,
storms like you and I,
forests from one whispering sky,

Moon
spray
smooth as
diamonds,
together we have
the sea’s language of life and death.

You
and
I said
sleep stills time.
Together we have
forests from one whispering sky,

Process notes: The typical fib is a six line, 20 syllable poem with a syllable count by line of 1/1/2/3/5/8 – with as many syllables per line as the line’s corresponding place in the Fibonacci sequence. The only restriction on a Fib is that the syllable count follow the Fibonacci sequence.

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