If You Can Overlay the Golden Ratio On That Meme of Bernie Sanders in his Mittens I Bet You Could Do It With Everything

Christopher Clauss

1 Point
1 Line
2 Spiral
3 A sequence
5 The shape of nature
8 The simple found in the complex

13 Mathematical sense drawn out in lines, a complex
21 Of squares adjacent adding up to squares with sides that pair with more
forever, a point
34 At the center winding outward, fluid perfection one point six one eight oh
three three nine eight eight seven five and on throughout nature
55 And art both: the height to width of two front teeth, the face’s height to width,
nose to mouth to mouth to chin, the width of face to inner eye, inner eye to
outer eye to ear, beauty a computer could calculate, unfurling line
89 Photographers can only hope to capture while robot artists precision paint,
making beauty mathematical or mathematics beautiful or maybe only one of
the two exists, meaning one can be proven and one can not, but we dare not
suppose that logic could force our perceptions out of existence, leaving us
without art, just a sequence
144 We forage for the logic of evolution in the seeds of a sunflower, the
cross-section of a mollusk, the pea-green lobes of an artichoke, and the
cowlick on the head of the person reclining back in the airline seat in front of
us as though the space were theirs to occupy all along, the whorls in the
satellite images of each hurricane barreling down upon the eastern seaboard,
wondering how something so devastating could possibly appear so perfect,
watching the bathtub, suds circling the drain, creeping closer by oh point six
one eight oh three four oh each spin of spiral

(144) And here we pause the movie in our minds, play it all backwards to see the
soap bubbles emerging from the drain, the flowers un-blooming, the
hurricanes fleeing back out into the center of the sea, golden ratio segments
of the bodies of insects folding back into a zygote, single cell with a single
nucleus brimming with a double helix, each section 34 angstroms long and 21
angstroms wide, among which is chromosome 13, upon which can be found a
serotonin receptor with an 8-step signaling cascade, a chain reaction spiral
(89) classified as a 5-HT receptor, one of 3 known receptors coded for on the
chromosome, 2 of which control the growth and work of capillaries, unlike
this one, 1, the target of countless pharmacological solutions to the problem
of joy or the lack thereof, gateway to both narcotic and chronic pain, one
molecular complex
(55) The same molecule philosophers and poets have failed to capture but will
continue to attempt in vain, the very polypeptide that allows us to appreciate
the geometric perfection of sequence
(34) the way ringlets of hair curl perfectly in the magazines, the way we streamline
the fastest cars, perfection rounded as a bullet’s point
(21) Shortest distance between two points turns out to be the curvature of space,
not a line
(13) but grasping the obvious is not in our nature

(8) We are given to that nature
(5) The instinct spiral
(3) Our heartline
(2) complex
(1) points
(1) Oh… beginning and end of the sequence

/7/ Until that very sequence
\10\ is broken, stolen away from nature
/11/ artificial numbers used to make a point
/11/ that not everything is a perfect spiral
\6\ or terribly complex
8 or adheres to the party line

(13) but we hear beauty in a pop song, a pickup line
(8) resume that same golden sequence
(5) rhythm so complex
(3) it’s nature
(2) spiral
(1) point

In one we can begin a line, in zero see nature’s
gold sequence spiral
to the simple from the complex, infinity at one end, and the other a simple
point

Christopher Clauss is an introvert, Ravenclaw, father, poet, photographer, and middle school science teacher in rural New Hampshire. His mother believes his poetry is "just wonderful." Both of his daughters declare that he is the "best daddy they have," and his pre-teen science students rave that he is "Fine, I guess. Whatever."