Counting Comes from How One’s Not

Unity, the oneness of the whole,
Is inherently duplicitous,
Multiplicitous, ambiguous.

Feel the shifting of surrounding day,
The way that night contains it, the way
The light, in turn, nets and surrounds night,

Bearing in mind how slight your senses,
What faint corners of radiation
You’ve been selected to sense at all.

There’s a lot out there. To says it’s one
Is fine, is one thing. Simple, it’s not.
It only connects by how it’s not.