What Can Take a Punch Like Nothing

Zero’s not only fulcrum
Of all graphs and number lines,
It’s the eternal city

To which all math’s highways lead,
Demonstrating both balance
And the infinite manner

Of ways nothing can be reached.
Euler’s gorgeous formula,
Combining e, i, pi, one,

Balls them all up into none.
Every equation showing
Any fine combination

Of concepts to the one side
And zero to the other
Declares those concepts nothing,

And all those strings of nothings
Are equal to each other
And sum what they are equal,

The antisolar plexus
Absorbing all connections,
However hard you hit it.