No.3 vs No.1

One became the sum
Three will soon be One
I stand I face the south
I wash my hands, my mouth

This is the end of Number One

The night has now begun
The light goes out, it’s done

I sense the body turning
I sense the shift in pressure
A tidal force upon me as I’m cleaning my selection
The choices are before me
How strongly do I state it?

These offers are over
My Number is 1

I lift the rope between us
One hitch becomes a dozen
Hand and heels together together in a muffled show of prowess
I feel the weight of decades
And pull the trigger easy
I kiss the forehead sweetly as it passes through so cleanly

These offers are over
This number is 1
These offers are over
My number is 1