I alone I alone I alone saw
I a lone letter break into three lines :
                              Definition Eleven expanded
          to transform the letter T from two lines
                    to three : one perpendicular connects
two parallels bisects two to form four
                              the subtended angles equal the parts
          and wholes greater than both part and whole six
                    lines broken recombined the multitudes
of I the lone I I alone. I ask
                              you what postulate would one need to turn
          One into I to turn I into You
                    an i into a u One into Two.
If One and You are both I’s what do two
                              I’s equal. We? Yet how to get from One
          to Two without the word Sum. Deflate One’s
                    start to form Two’s end. Flip One’s middle, add
a peak. Staighten One’s end arc slide its bar
                              through itself : One become Two. I call it
          the erotic postulate a lone proof :
                    not parallel or perpendicular
to the order-dis-order border : more
                              than just intersection that single point.
          It grants a wide straddling a long split
                    flexible across infinite line length
and what that length contains : solid broken
                              dotted dashed : every reclining obtuse
          angle each sharp gut blow acute degrees
                    parade of shapes as they rise off spectrum
take form and break down to the zero point
                              only to build up in variation :
          cube turned sphere turned cylinder turned torus
                    strings morphed into membranes regular waves
of irregular pattern emergence
                              of refined chaos. There is no royal
          road to geometry. There is no God
                    but in things like I and You One and Two.