A Wonderful Poem by Jeremy Bornstein

It can be found here, but in case it disappears, I’ve reproduced it.

Zero and her Origin

Zero, the number said to be discovered Nine times by ancient magicians, was Found again by a mysterious order of Nine modern alchemists, who built One machine after another, until finally One exploded with fascinating results. No fire emerged from its Twin engines, but instead Nine small automata crawled out, Denying the proposition that energy, Seven millenia or more in the accumulation, For most purposes, remains Ever constant, throughout the Three ages of man’s civilization.

Five hundred years after the death of Cesare Borgia, whose image infected those of the Divine Lamb (so called), still she who Ate of the pomegranate seeds For her indiscretion, must ever wend her Solitary path amongst the Five true worlds, stopping only for Sex and occasional rending of garments. Constant travel drains her. Five worlds is too many for one lifetime, yet the Sixth can never claim her.

Three wise men write, of the sefirot, Five are false, and four are lies. Tiferet alone among them holds the world’s truth. Eight lifetimes of study, Eight generations of blind encoding, Cannot release the final answer: Zero defined by itself; no further emblems exist.