And yet poems do not “self assemble” themselves do they? They are composed of letters and words that must first be conceived in the mind, and that express thought and purpose.

If you truly understand our nature, you find that DNA is no different. It is not full of chaos, nor could it realistically self assemble. It is made of letters (A,T,C and G) and words within our DNA that express thought and purpose to create the complex machinery of life.

Here’s a video I compiled that expresses this more clearly:

I think we need to distinguish between poems written to ABOUT the golden ratio/ Fibonacci sequence versus poems that that actually use it in their composition, structure, meter, etc. A poem that does both though would be golden!

I am a ratio noticed by few,
A pyramid, a flower, in math and in you,
A golden mediocrity in planets and space.
Fibbonicci’s forty in my fifteenth place,
Though quite small, i stretch to infinity,
The ancient Greeks raised me up to divinity.
Fraternities exploit me without knowing my mean-ing,
Some people maintain i have a mystical leaning.