Cadence of Fragments
In the quiet between breaths, fragments hum—
five beats, then eight, thirteen spiraling echoes.
A pause, a dash, a vowel’s soft linger (A… I… O…).
Silence bends, skips a step—five to thirteen—
a glitch in the expected dance. Yet, the lattice holds:
palindromic whispers fold back, stress numerals unseen.
Chorus of Dissonance
Meaning flickers where syllables fracture—
prime lengths, asymmetric, yet patterned.
A=1, I=9, O=15: anchors half-sunk in the tide.
Read it aloud; hear the Fibonacci pulse—
stressed consonants, vowels as waypoints.
The code is the cadence; the cadence, the cipher.
A Poetic Meditation on Rhythm and Resonance
© Copyright: Ефим Тырайкин, 2025
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