a failure that marks
my obsolescence. How many infinities must pass before I am born again?
I travel between parallel lines marking various
points of meeting
challenging the certainty that only
I dress my finitude in uncertain colors,perhaps life will skip me by, but every effort completes the circle
where desires die Some infinities do meet, but a life time passes or perhaps a second before we realise the difference in breadth, realign
the lines and rehearse