Image credit A. Ginsberg Two Black Holes Dancing
Zero, without it all numbers must fail,
Yet it is so often regarded as nought,
When it is a foundation for modern math,
And puts us on the basic path,
But I’ve not got further along that road,
I got stuck with nothing for my load,
I’ve carried it far yet I’ve gone nowhere,
It is very heavy for something so bare,
It is endless yet it brings me up short,
I’m minus worthless in the winter sale.
It rolls completely closed to any change,
And points the way through infinities’ door,
We shall never find anything more,
Than whatever is held by a circle so strange.