Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Al-Wahid: The One

I and I and we count to two.
Ibn Arabi got that inner joke,
maybe staring into some night sky.

But what about the zero?
Does it, egg like,
hold all the numbers in potential?
That would be my prayer,
forms are tricky like that,
forms are rich like that.

Cello groaning a little over
cheap speakers,
and still One,
but closer to the vibration of it
even by proxy.


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