Numerically Speaking
Key-stone to the system is the cipher:
A zero growth from no-thing, to be sure;
Before too long, starts an inner-lifer,
Becomes a lonely one, quite singular.
A twin for company, the second one
Links with the first to form duality,
And from their union emanates a son,
He’s the third dimension, reality.
Comes a fourth to the matter, forms a square,
And produces water, earth, fire and air.
But from the depths of time creeps a demon,
A fifth of the way to the Pentagon.
Lastly borne Man, whose sane and rational
Attempts at sixth sense are hexagonal.
Sonnet XII

I’ve always loved the idea that the opposing faces on a die always add up to 7. That seems poetic, somehow.
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