The Golden Triangle

Fibonacci gilds my way

Triangulating in;

The mainspring tightens with Hell to pay

For mortgaging Original Sin.

Half of half and halved once more,

Infinitesimally,

I shrink toward that dark offshore

Cardiovascularly.

My end will come when nothing is left,

But nothing is unstable;

So erupts anew, of rules, bereft,

My next forthcoming fable.

Ninety-degree turn at the speed of light

I'm off the number line

And dance macabre in my new flight

Of unfettered redesign.