Two on Ten

Wholly One
Am I lonely since there is no other?
Always and only now, my voice is heard
Breaking silence, in prayer, thinking aloud. 
Were those conversations, validation?
Mirrors to our presence, two together
Purposeful of union, and existence.
Ten thousand words, and surely thousands more
Passed into the past like lines on water.
Silence is sentence for the isolate.
I listen out for angels in the void.

Blessed Triangle
gods and men! 
the eternally flowing creation.
Divine number, profound, pure unity
comes holy four
mother all
Bless us, divine number, thou who generated gods and men! O holy, holy Tetractys, thou that containest the root and source of the eternally flowing creation! For the divine number begins with the profound, pure unity until it comes to the holy four; then it begets the mother of all, the all-comprising, all-bounding, the first-born, the never-swerving, the never-tiring holy ten, the keyholder of all.

For my MTB prompt Numbering 10: a ten line stanza(s), ten syllable, decuain poem (decasyllabic decastitch) And/Or a Tetractys of descending syllables 1,2,3,4,10 (mirrored in reverse). Mine is an erasure poem from the Pythagorean prayer to the Tetractys equilateral triangle.