I am zero. I am the open mouth and the orgasm, the end-less line of existence and the void, the everything and the question that answers it all.
I am zero, exclusive of illusion and expectation, inclusive of that most valued resource, possibility.
I am beginning, end, and neither. I delineate the lie of absence and the ever presence of the preterite. Naught I am, alone, a round company to be ciphered.
al-Khwārizmī with his kept rows, his cifre en algorisme (I) divisatory, letting kha and kamil reside, yin and yang, full and empty
the paradox of binary in our crippled machines, calculating one and everything.