In a Fibonacci number,
My grief is replicated,
A spiral staircase,
Infinite multiples that follow
The dictates of the golden rule,
As an eternal spiral that,
In a logarithm of galaxies,
Makes me sigh.
Without you I am the epicenter of pain.
What scares me is to know
If my chest will resist
The next cosmic sigh
That i exhale in sorrow
At the exit of your sun
Out of my planetary system.
And if i go through
Those pressure scales
Without further ado, if I go beyond
What is allowed to affliction,
If my heart were to vibrate
With such a trepidation.
Your absence is the magnet
That attracts my sadness
And gathers in a whirlpool
All kinds of feelings
From the branch of desolation.
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