One We

One divided by one makes one. One times one makes one. The same one in the same form it was in the mind's table of numbers. We, however, are not one in a table. We, however, are the arms of the root of existence. The living arms of the root brimming with unceasing pull toward each other. Unconscious and conscious overflowing with the force of deep desire we want each other, we call each other in the darkness of the soil: until we push aside the stones in the way until we reach each other until our many leaves come together. The arms of one root: dead without each other...