All is one and one is all A spiral spinning endlessly The point, the edge, the coming Of age Descent to rise Vast and spread Specific as a pinhead The line inscribed in space and time A mouth in darkness Opens, speaks A word freeflowing Signals to the nameless hand A thought An impulse Caught And the finger stirs, moves on All letters formed All numbers mourned A God A Hero Grins And starts again at Zeronext poem