Twelve is a magic number.
Two is knowledge, duality,
a cleaving and clarity.
Eight is a hope against.
Nine is the repentstation.
Five is the stake.
Four is the building.
Six is a surprise.
Seven is change.
Ten is then.
Eleven goes nowhere, isolated,
alone, forgotten dead.
Three is the magic number.
One is all.
Thirteen screams: SCREW ALL THAT!!!
Is it over, is it done,
when it stops
and does not start?
Will they know us,
when we’ve come,
if the names don’t match,
and the numbers subtract?
L. Fid is a member of a pseudonymous arts collective dedicated to world
domination.