Fibs Can Be Fun

(I’m not much for experimental poetry, but I happened onto the Fibonacci Poem, or Fib. In a fib the number of syllables in each line equals the sum of the number of syllables in the two lines before it. What follows is three fibs merged into one longer poem.) dark night always betrays us yields to bright sunrise taking from us all our cover leaves us exposed to mankind and beasts of the field revelations of naked truths viewed thus so clear without veils we see our true selves casting away the shadowed pall