Infinity

There is no place to start
 

     a beginning point

an igniting flame.

There is a Rorschach blot  

             a streaming dream of structure

a finite accomplishment; 

          surrounded by infinite reach. 

 If you start from this,

      then anything is possible.

My chest can suddenly burst open, 

       and twigs may grow.

Impossibility is an illusion.

              A repeated illustration

of what’s real;
  

         keeps infinity from shining forth.

 

 

 

Useless Poetry

2 thoughts on “Infinity”

  1. well….infinity backwards relies on the notion that zero is real, and there are such a thing as negative numbers. if we see no beginning, then which direction are we truly headed? just some thoughts…..very nice piece…..i believe infinity is a one way street….but then i guess it wouldn’t be infinity…..*makes googly crazy eyes*

  2. Infinity came to me that night while I was heavily drunk in a bar in Copenhagen. I suddenly felt twigs could actually grow out of my chest. Nothing seemed to possibly refute that… anything was possible. The world’s infinite and we shut it off by our expectations.

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