Synthesia

[tun]

Nothing is wrong with Five.
Five is an early, good 
prime, adds nicely to 
itself giving us
ten. It is three then
two. Even numbers can
count off in pairs. And,
in those pairs we find
strong attachment. Three
we know in cliche,
where "two is company"
but the third destroys
one or two because
it is not one or
two.

Two against three. Who
wins? Three against two.

Remove one (or two)
from the Five, and turn
it out. Give no anchor.
As one, and slender,
it sails and harbors
in occult, narrow 
clear springs of truth, old
made new, learns that three
yearns to hold the two.
The three, still three, kills
one of the three.

Five is now four. Two 
pair, which pairs with which?
Four cannot a circle make, 
thus four has symmetry 
but no goal. As such,
It loses one. The last,
the three, the radicals
unstable they break.
Still the one, first and only
prime remains.



Brief explanation: was written during a writing exercise, meant practice iambic syllables. Also to try to explain to someone what synthesia with numbers feels like, when I was a kid learing math each number had different personalities. Don't trust seven. Longer story there.

My name is Bobby
my name is Sevensorry
Mr Bobby Sevensorry
and I was Bob
born sorry
just but this old Robert
and seven good old
seven times
shall you be Sevensorry seven times
seven Robert sorry seven times like me
(Robert) Bobby Sevensorry
seven sorry
is that what you shall be.