Derivatived
fourth year Zara Inam
Yesterday we fell apart into two and one
Can I blame separation - the time and the space?
Or is time just empty space collapsed into seconds taunted by the clock
I countdown the days, minute by minute, expecting two and one to become one and two,
knowing we will never be three
What sick repercussions will arise at night
when I wish to escape the lingering hours on the clock
avoiding deep thoughts of my existence
Only to be left awake by this hunger inside
Is this pain? I don't know.
Loneliness is a fool who cries wolf
Howling behind my door at night
What is this divorce between a pair?
breaking two into one and one so that we remain alone divided by space
Or is space just hoarded emptiness reminding us of what we used to be as three?
One and two exist for the creation of three,
but not as a trifecta,
instead just wondering how black and white can make gray if they choose to exist in separation
But “It would be a terrible mistake to go through life thinking that people are the sum total of what you see”
So I ask myself
But mostly I tell myself
about the power that zero holds
So that even when you multiply it, he is all that remains
I stand between these dimensions, counting back from infinity
letting go of numbers that passed long ago
And then i forget
I forget to question the odds of calculating what will happen if i let go
probably on purpose, even if it means becoming new
I enjoy this separation
The time and space away from my dividing thoughts
Wrapping myself between the hands of the clock
Feeling lighter somehow
Freed of these shackles
The ticking in my head too a reminder that if anything
I will continue on
I am one and two
and even and odd
And everything and nothing
And the odds are
that that will be enough