I’ve been doing some
Skewed mathematics in my mind.
Additions of singulars
Whose totals can be
Divided by three.

Three… I think we have forgotten
Our third. Our androgynous part.
Our Totality. Because
You have to have the sum
Of the alls to become an answer.

But, we already know what that means.
We screwed up, way back,
Developed bio-amnesiatic properties,
Of guilt of Everything. Then, Here … Now.
And, oh, God, it’s so strong, the guilt,
It's been 'conditioned' in…

Some would say to drop the ‘negatives’,
The thoughts we have that demote ‘positives’,
But, as always, opposites must take place
To become aware of their meanings
In our quantumized space.

So, I added numbers, from a review of mine,
They had caught my eye, I was looking for a pattern
To soothe my soul. The first, five plus ten,
Equaled fifteen. One plus five equals six.
I went on, six plus three equals nine.
Nine, divided by three, is three. Three is lower
Than a six, … isn’t it? But higher, in essence?

I do not see ‘behind’ threes, anymore,
One’s are lonely, Two’s are torn, so,
Maybe, that is when It all starts,
Not at zero, but at three…

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 12/29/05