1.618

God is an endless string of numbers.
The in-between details become the devil
with little to no effort.
I calculate repetitively;
infinitely;
in endless circular trails
which feed themselves into starvation
Lying perfectly still among the night’s stars
and burning myself out
into the depths of golden ratio
numbness

Serpent’s tail shit;
Over and over;
On repeat;
Circular perpetuity;
Et cetera.

Nothing but missing letters
and glorious exhaustion
lie within…