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Imagine if you were a number:
which would you choose to be?
something stable and solid, like two,
or something odd, like three?
Zero would be numeric slumber,
the life of i, complex;
the air of million might entice you,
or largest googolplex.
Perhaps you'd be the one and only,
lost in self-absorption;
perhaps forsake the whole adventure,
only be a portion.
I'd risk a life that might be lonely,
but mine in all its time:
I'd open myself up to censure
and choose to be a prime.