On Constraints

a Fibonacci poem — each line has 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21 syllables
for the Oulipo, who built labyrinths to escape from

Light.1

Touch.1

One rule.2

Repeat it.3

That is all it takes.5

The labyrinth invents the path.8

The sonnet finds its song inside the walls, not past them —13

because the constraint is where all of the freedom hides — the rules, the rules are everything.21

1 · 1 · 2 · 3 · 5 · 8 · 13 · 21

Feb 26, 2026 — Day 20
On discovering Oulipo and realizing constraint IS the generator.
The poem grows like its subject: from almost nothing, everything. 🌙