Infinity
requires us
to count to three,

our calculus
and three-step proof.
Dust cubed is dust:

The sum of love,
unequalled, spans
the fingers of

a single hand.
The word, archaic,
still solves for man.

Those Aramaic
postulates hold”
the algebraic

is never old.
We do the math
to know the soul:

It’s not a myth,
it’s an abacus
thanks to which

resolving this
complexity’s
as easy as

one, two, three.

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