One
I am Brahma
the straight line, the upright being,
fire that flares,
seed without end, manifold
self beyond all
polarity, radiating sun:
the all.
Philosophers considered one a non-number,
generatrix of all that follows.
Other.
The singularity. The lone.
From the Indo-European oi-qos we achieve solitude,
while the collective meaning of one derives from the Sanskrit sam.
United in itself, it changes nothing,
becoming everything.
On its side it represents the horizon.
Alone is all-one.
The Latin non is one negated, as is the German nein.
Symbol of intellect, the Hindu moon glows wide.
Atomic number of hydrogen, magician’s numeral,
monad and eccentric, I bear the empty product.
“One” last appeared here in December 2019.
O at the Edges 
Hauntingly tugged by alone being all one … for so many years I enjoyed being just one (all one) … surely prefer the pairing I’ve enjoyed these past 18 years … heart races considering what any moment could change (grateful for past experience as level-set for unpredictable future)
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There were times when I was content being all one. But no more. I’m where I want to be with my (other) one, despite the strange and difficult times.
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I learn so much from your poems, Bob! And I love “On its side it represents the horizon.”
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Our representations of numbers fascinates me. And then there’s how we define and utlize the words we assign to them. Ah, language!
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