The Infinity


The dreamer he remained
From the years
When conversations dropped in
From all directions
Of numbers and equations
The great model
Abstract and beautiful
Entwined with his existence
The old secrets of the nature
So neatly built in him
Innate and apparent
The evening draws it’s curtains
Begins the dance
The infinity upon his mind
As the moon raced
Through his mind,
The arrows of precision
As the indifference becomes the mark
Of solitude and ponder
It’s there where the dance began
To discover
What was created?
For him to unravel
The one who created



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