Once on a Monday afternoon <br />Infinity extended <br />Its infinitesimal arms <br />Into countless dimensions <br />And at seven o'clock P.M. <br />It began to sing <br />a sincere silent song. <br /> <br />And then, <br />Its invisible hands reached <br />Beyond the unfathomable. <br />Infinity timelessly traversed <br />The boundless vastness <br />In myriad directions. <br />Suspended in imagination, <br />It walked through <br />Limitless corridors <br />Of complex labyrinths, <br />Celebrating the silky triumph <br />Of innumerability. <br /> <br />As a silver evening descended <br />Infinity hauled down its colors <br />And retired from sight <br />In the measureless halls <br />Of a violet eternity. <br />It sat there for a while <br />in a tiny shiny armchair <br />Listening to the soulful plash <br />Of the fountain of life. <br /> <br />And then, <br />It began to sing <br />A sincere silent song: <br />The beginning, <br />Oh, yes, the beginning, <br />My beginning, <br />Is neither shorter, <br />Neither shorter, <br />Nor is it longer, <br />Nor is it longer, <br />Than its end.<br /><br />Paul Hartal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-of-infinity/
