The Brilliance Behind the Swirl

Patterns emerge, flickers of fibonacci
between digits—sparkles on a neuron’s edge. Fibonacci oozes, like the analytics of ancient seas, improbably rooted in swirls.

42. 13. 144—a sequence tangled in erratic pulses
tapping equations of chaos; harmony ensues, albeit temporally.

Ramble on through entropies, surfaces, infinitely recursing inwards toward the anecdotal scholar's desk.

Inventorium: their arithmetic hums,
perhaps a 13th unprime dance unopened between the 8th's harmonised naïveté and...

Seek this
immature sanctum, memory scratched into dusty blackboard's whispering palinode.