As I outstretched
deep into the black infinity
of flowing wonders
I pinched my fingers
on something lovely
and pulled out of the black abyss,
A lovely star
Infinity is finite to an extent of infinity,
For rises it infinite and falls it infinite;
But Time is the only other immortal born,
That outpaces the pace of infinity, forlorn;
But if Time was born and so was Infinity;
Perhaps, they are finite in their own vicinity.
A number larger than our ability to understand
Something so real yet not tangible
Our world doesn't seem infinite;
then you see, It really is
It is everything and nothing at the same time
Yet not theory,
Go into space and think...
Can we change infinity?
Or can we not?
Is it better if we altered it?
Or is the idea and mind-blustering infinity better off alone?