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.
Bless divine gods and men! Tetractys, the eternally flowing creation. Divine number, profound, pure unity comes holy four mother all first-born Ten
us,divine number, thou who generatedgods and men ! O holy, holyTetractys , thou that containest the root and source ofthe eternally flowing creation! For thedivine number begins with theprofound, pure unity until itcomes to theholy four; then it begets themother ofall, the all-comprising, all-bounding, thefirst-born, the never-swerving, the never-tiring holyten , 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.