The starting point of each other

Not the one who has built himself a “someone”
and lives in the house of his address
behind the fence of conceited justice,
but the one who asks for mercy
on the doorstep of a foreign address.

For in the moment he is heard,
all own houses become but illegal construction.
And one divided by three never reaches home,
while three multiplied by the divisor one
sets up an eternally new home.

And you will know forever
that we were starting points to each other
and not each other’s address.