More than a number

Tharek Ali Mokbul

When Eight ( 8 ) feels weak as a number
And falls from the rest in line.
It waits in state, until it wakes.
Infinity (? ) on its side…

Something we all
Recognise,
But still won’t see.

So we count a little higher till we lose our selves.
Then we step back….

Step back….

When a number finds another,
It is more than chance.
An equation forming…

The Heart of them all and all that they are.
In one (1)…

Take one (1) away
From the chain
And the rest that remain will fade into naught (0).

Still a zero (0) must be defined.
In a way where it finds
It is left behind.

Reciprocals take a stance
that make one(1) side shine
As it’s only surmise.

Negative is not without a plus on one side.

So zero now stands up with eight.

As more than a number now.

So nothing needs something to be.