The pineapple

A mashup of fruit and vegetable-
reversed is its own order
understood only by inverted gaze.
What flowers from within
is short-lived succulence
of a dying heart
proving taste is not the touchstone of truth-
it is sugary today
sour tomorrow
and sweet decay the day after.
What is eternal is external,
a retrofit of orderly mess-
eight spirals climbing
thirteen descending
to solve
the oldest mathematical riddle-
three hundred and thirty degrees,
carved by cosmic mind
on an evanescent rind.



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Written on 2026-07-20 at 00:25

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