And then there were two
yet before that no one

but components
an organism of many
replete with fissures and gaps
traversed by muscle, nerve, synapse

(I often argue with words:
“two shall become one”)

It does not add up
and a unity has yet to be found
even in a singular
air is both inside and out
and language is still formed

And we tend to argue in words
with muscle, larynx, breath and tone
never terms alone
it’s cellular

if there ever was just one
it is unknown now
or how

our world is constitutive
it’s miracle
that it holds together at all

(It is argued with words:
“One is the loneliest number”)

But thankfully(?)
we’ll never experience that
even our grief and solitude
comes at the cost of others

left to one
undone
and silenced to pieces

And then there were none