Ishtar by Sam Adkins
 

To/Two Curve the Line

By Alex Martin
To Tina

In form so fine,
  And subtle casts the World is wonder, lines
   Are lost to/two curves around,
And bent the line, villain of time, a light does shine
  From Harpocrates Eyes, that are one
   When one is seen, and yet it seems, at twenty-one,
When all is done, the two and two make four, yet four
  Is one.
   These numbers, infinite, there is no difference
A course is set in reverence, in relevance to
  What and who they are, and through this
   Passing comes the Sun shines forth and
Now the fourth is but the first, the thirst
  Is quenched, and love does burst, as Stars
   They fall, and all the time they curve
    The line, the World is None, two Fools
     They are, as fools, they are
      As none.