Indivisible

Zero, zifra, sunya, not
Really a number is it?
More like a concept you need

To make the numbers manage
To fit math to the cosmos
They fit so spookily well.

Zero is the spookiness,
The set with nothing in it,
Without which nothing happens,

The fulcrum, the no math’s land,
Inside of which no functions,
No operations proceed,

Outside of which all functions
Depend on its existence,
Knowledge of nonexistence,

Silence nonnegotiable,
Indivisible, concept
Nothing countable enters,

Returning only error,
The impossible, the real
You hold in your skull, is not.