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What’s more tempting than counting?
What if there’s a better math?

The math you know is Satan,
Lucifer, too beautiful,

Tailored to a morning star.
The math you don’t know could be

God! All along your problem
Wasn’t, as you thought, the Name.

The problem was the Number.
You’ve learned as much as you can

From all this embroidery,
And it’s gorgeous, and it fits.

One, if there were, wouldn’t fit.
One would, above all, exist.