He does not live in calendars.
He does not live in clocks.
He does not live in a dictionary.
He does not redefine the unknown
in terms of the known
because he knows
comes the loss
of the pre-understood.
He does not live in a continuous clock.
He lives on a discrete number line, jumping
from one rung to another, skipping
the in-between space.
His hour, minute, and second hands don’t move.
They simply disappear and reappear in new
His present is not the sum of his pasts.
His presence is not the sum of his parts.
He does not live in a tautological dictionary
where every term equals itself and the other
terms that equal it.
He lives in a book where nothing equals itself,
where nothing equals anything, and everything
and nothing does not equal nothing
and zero is the largest of numbers
and zero is a black hole
and zero sucks in everything.
He does not live in calendars. He does not live
Between each of his motions,
while zero seconds pass,
the universe is created again.
All his years are zero,
all his meetings are introductions,
and he does not live in these words.
Try to fit him in a dictionary,
and he will create a new language.