“Apricot trees exist, apricot trees exist/ Ferns exist; and black-berries ...” The beginning of this essay as well as the lines that follow are indebted to Inger Christensen. whose poem “Alphabet” begins with these lines; her- poem builds on the infinitely increasing rhythm of the Fibonacci numbers. a condensation of words in which she secures the world and thereby releases particles that sparkle and irritate.