One

One and One and One
Seem the same but they are not.
Each unique beneath the sun.
Even gathered in one spot.

Math asks us to step back,
To see each one as just the same.
Abstract and cool and from the rack,
Fill any slot within the frame.

Math and God, perfection.
Seek to make Idea prime.
Philosopy from the Greek:
Idea is beyond time.

Which is the mirror?
One beneath the sun,
Or is it clearer,
That math Idea, One?