Swans

When the One fell in love with Zero
The torroids embraced the spheres
And all the prime numbers advanced 
Extending hands among fresh sycamores 
And fractions continue wounded as before 
In the torrent of decimals to sleep muted

When the B fell in love with A
The paragraphs embraced
The commas advanced
Craning their necks over the iron bridges 
And the alphabet died of sores
Fainting away in the arms of a mute question