He'll reply: spirals.
Pineapples multiply diamonds,
diagonals. A glut of hares reproduces it.
Michelangelo's holy family inside Pythagoras's pentacle. If
recurrence relation can breathe through Virahanka's Sanskrit—how might it magnify a scream? Cream in coffee: even chaos has pattern.
Slice an apple crosswise. Seeds inside a fleshy heart, inside a shining star. There is no other integer. Endless perpetuation is no recompense. Not all that's sequenced will endure—but logic has its elegance.
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