math equations do their part
but how did existence find its start?

galaxies spin in aqueous tornadoes
twirling and swirling and on it goes
so elegant, perfected like Ballet Russus
yet furious with gravity's selfish pulls
like clutching claws of greedy fools

your unending motion, such loyal devotion
despite no praise from the silent darkness

births and deaths of stars alike
Fibonacci directs the nature's psyche
to form and destruct,
gain and deduct
my conscience results of the conscious
and conscious results from existence
is it the code of science,
or the laws of a Godly alliance?

this never ending bafflement
results in my soul's temperament.