Treasure Island

Paul Hartal


A Song of Infinity


Once on a Monday afternoon
Infinity extended
Its infinitesimal arms
Into countless dimensions
And at seven o'clock P.M.
It began to sing
a sincere silent song.

And then,
Its invisible hands reached
Beyond the unfathomable.
Infinity timelessly traversed
The boundless vastness
In myriad directions.
Suspended in imagination,
It walked through
Limitless corridors
Of complex labyrinths,
Celebrating the silky triumph
Of innumerability.

As a silver evening descended
Infinity hauled down its colors
And retired from sight
In the measureless halls
Of a violet eternity.
It sat there for a while
in a tiny shiny armchair
Listening to the soulful plash
Of the fountain of life.

And then,
It began to sing
A sincere silent song:
The beginning,
Oh, yes, the beginning,
My beginning,
Is neither shorter,
Neither shorter,
Nor is it longer,
Nor is it longer,
Than its end.

Submitted: Friday, August 17, 2012

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