Originally, we were all as one, then
We divided and became two.
Those too divided to become four, and
After yet another divide, we grow to eight.
If we continue to express that which is
With more and more divided perceptions
Our divisions exponentially increase
With continuous lack of exception.
For just three more equals sixty-four, and
Three more after that makes us five-hundred-and-twelve.
And then what?
Continue the cycle one more time and observe
How many of us are divided by the lines.
Do we fathom all it takes is
Twelve quick divisions of the whole
To turn us into a multitude of
And why can we not remember,
As we reach chaotic complexity,
That we were once one, and carried
Infinite affinity for one another?