Approaching Infinity





Approaching Infinity





I am not the fragile child

who thought nothingness



would one morning appear

to become nothingness.



I am not that baby boy

in whose arms reigned



motionless, lonely, silent arms.



Flight is all my soul needs

to feel your sorrow.

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