Fibonacci’s greed

Numberless thoughts

Numbers are gold
They measure the silence
of centuries
and never pin down
to feeling.

Put Love in a number
It would be 0, 1 or 10.
Put Hate in a number
It would be seven.
Numbers follow
the horizon
and leave us alone
with even, naught and odd.

Numbers are perfect
They order the chaos of galaxies
and split away fear.

© Iulia Halatz
Coauthor of Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon and Kindle.
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