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.