It can't plausibly be, infinity;
Psilo-Cybranity
seeking liberty.

His body shivered, thy
Myth of Entactus
flowing through him.

Symbiosis
is hybridity,
Finally transcendent.

To live and love and lie and loath
and feel the pain of spiritual growth.

What consoles you?
Keep [it] going.

Regardless of whether I have a soul
I am content to be.

This me,
Myself and I
are no match
for be and being
from great heights;
I am an odd flux (in a strange loop).

Faded/wasted,
There's yet enough
petrol left
to score.
Have sought more before
but it hath brought us places
we'll not remember/I'll not return.

I'm glad though, of what I've had; as
the vicissitudes of outrageous fortune
spin the great wheel of Boethius.

In the multi-verse there are worlds where these ideas were never formed.
There are eleven planes of existence [including zero]
inextricably woven throughout the m-verse.

M-theory incorporates the strings' temporal resonance
at a quantum level, acknowledging pitch and rhythm.

Of eye-openers, and time-dilation;
Thoughts' blossom at the fall of night:
Dusky lamplight below
a post-autumnal horizon,
The vista's indigo
tear-drop splotches
scar the skyglow

while wishing for moonlight.