The fortune of numbers | version finale

I think to the one within the two
To three and the infinite pain it helds
I measure the space between seven and
Nine, that encloses a circumference
Stillness of infinite numbers
fates walled-up between earth and ocean
two times five and one more
eleven is hidden in the dust
once harboured by the berber Hippo Regius.
Augustine saw the siege of his captive town.
In God he guessed nought.