Infinities within, Infinities without, Limitless worlds Where no borders apply. Such tiny fragments Of the outside world Are present within, In our shut out skulls. Are there boundaries? Or attempts at closure? Are there really such things? Or are they just constructs? The infinities outside Are the infinities inside. Language makes them Yet no proofs apply. I'm an entity With no limit, Continuously struggling With timely beliefs. My body mediates With inside/outside impulses: I'm nothing but the passage That infinities glues.