If someone can imagine that there is somebody who writes
before they taught him to speak, then all that he’ll read
hereon
would seem normal, otherwise he’ll have an understanding issue,
since the conception of this life will be beyond the limits
he has set as inconceivable.
If at least you can imagine
what his first flower looks like
which he drew with paint
at an age that’s improper to be told
see its petals
count whether it’s regarding a Fibonacci number.
Observe each one carefully
and see how together
they constitute a plurality
while there is no center.
Because he began at the edges
as if they were corners
and its composition
was transformed into a flower.
The contact point formed by the petals
was the imagination which was galloping.
And now you, if you had seen
this flower
you would’ve known a lot about the future
but until then, we’ll flip through the polycyclopaedia.