this is one of the most satisfying, to read pieces I have read in a while. Some things just feel good to read aloud. Way to Go O!
N Is Its Child
If darkness produces all, from where do we obtain nothing?
As a line becomes the circle, becomes a mouth, becomes identity.
In mathematics, n signifies indefinite; in English, negation.
The no, the non, the withdrawal, the taking away.
A heart with trachea represented zero in Egyptian hieroglyphs.
My mouth forms the void through the displaced word.
Conforming to the absent, the missing tongue serves soundlessness.
Aural reduction, the infinite unclenched: n plus n.
Shiva, creator and destroyer, defines nothingness. As do you.
One and one is two, but zero and zero is stasis.
Pythagoreans believed that all is number, and numbers possess shape.
The letter N evolved from a cobra to its present form.
One may double anything but zero.
Unspoken thought, disorder. The attenuated voice swallowing itself.
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“N Is Its Child” was first published in Issue 4 of Reservoir.
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Fiery K. Tarot 
I love Roberts writings, I read his chapbook, From Every Moment A Second, several times while on my cruise, his poems are exquisite..
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I agree!
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I just told him he is one of my favorite poets now. So many talented people right here right now. It’s too bad our society doesnt’ value poetry like it used to before there were so many other forms of entertainment available. I think people miss out on some really talented inspiring pieces because of that.
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Yes, i think you’re right about that.
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