She met him surrounded by dahlias in a Fibonacci swirl

A sure shock to his delicate system in a Fibonacci swirl

She was the fluorescent ghost a-haunting, she was not his cool pale girl

Carbon copy daguerreotype posing with her Fibonacci swirl

Cut her cloth to fool him, stared at mirrors, scared herself, made her hair curl

Tricked him, jilted him and then tomfooled him with her Fibonacci swirl

He saved her from the angry water, rescued her, made his love unfurl

Followed through Italianate graveyards to find her Fibonacci swirl

Cadillacs groove up and down swooping highways in cable cars of pearl

To desolate motels, windows watching in a Fibonacci swirl

Follows to a gallery where art on walls spins into a mad whorl

She mesmerises with her hair of nacre, in its Fibonacci swirl

The nunnery, the spiral stair, his fear, his fever, his life of toil

Ann sees two souls split apart, unwinding the perfect Fibonacci swirl