Zero and rr are linked in my mind.

          Both are beyond “theoretical”

                    right straight into “odd.”
Plethora right straight into

          cornucopias of unrepeating numbers

                    and the absolute empty, yet something.
Something that is

          a total mystery of fullness

                    and of nothing-which is also something.
Meantime strabismus,

          that quirky crick of sight,

                    connects to strophe, strobe and streamer.
Remember the crepe paper swirls,

          fast, bright,

                    authoritative circles of color?
To make a circle or a “zero,”

          you attached the crepe paper length

                    to an old key, and swung it round and round.
It was a key that no one knew from nothing,

          a key you found in the junk drawer,

                    with rubber bands, blunted pencils,
wads of Green Stamps,

          dusty tape–

                    the irrational keep,
and, key attached, you took the streamer,

          you the center, circling a radiant diameter

                    with your radius-arm.