Fibonacci Spiral
A spiral twists-
the most perfect shape,
they say.
It coils with precision,
yet if you stare too long,
there’s something…
off.
Too exact. Too right.
Almost alive,
but not.
You can admire it,
but you don’t have to be it.
No need to twist yourself
into something flawless,
something alien.
Let your edges wobble,
let your curves bend
the way they want.
Perfection is a spiral
that lives alone.
You
you are allowed
to be messy,
to be human,
to be here.
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