One and one is two to be three
Three becomes unity
Four will be six; in pairs to be mixed
Another two to feel the fix
Six becomes nine; pairs still aligned
Betwixt will be three, fairly new to the grind
Ten will make five, trying to stay alive; but then
Nine must find one from another hive to win
Ten will now die and leave five behind
Five will make two, but two may divide
Two is enough to do what we do
Two will be true, only after they do it to you and then
Ten will be fifteen, human
Then again
One and one can equal ten
Numbers confess the fault to the mess that we’re in
Math works when we’re counting, but what if you’re not
It hurts worse than wrath when doubting a lot
Faith does not count the son of a wraith
It only counts the ones that feel safe
It’s so good to be in unity when everyone is counting
It’s no good to be dying when no one is mounting
It does not forgive or give you some padding
One will still live who’ll always be adding; in a state of dying
One will always be trying; in the stead of multiplying
Two will be dying alive
Logically flawless; unable to survive
This, it should not steal your thunder
As long as you remember that zero’s still a number
So long as you’re counting to find what life is about
There’ll always be doubt
Of the ones who do live and don’t have to count
“One plus one equals you.”
~Fartfist
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