Infinities
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.
