i love that, somehow, sometimes,
words allow a sublayer of arithmetic
simplicity in their construct of worth
in sentence -
   that somehow there's this
1 + 1 = 2 moment in writing -
          and not in a crude sense
to say: whatever must be said
in deviation of red into: crimson,
burgundy, pink reddened clue...
              but sometimes language can
emerge as puritanical as
mathematics emerges in arithmetics...
undeserving the higher tier
of orthodoxical job stabilising "rules"
of "proper" conduct...
       i truly can't identify the 1, nor the +
or the = to give you 2...
    we're dealing in the ratio of 26:10
         or 13:5 - 26 letters, 10 digits -
      hey, turn it all biblical and you might
get some hidden mystery and
                    a career in charlatanism.