Sunday, March 24, 2024

Where Does the Story Begin?

There’s a map of infinity on the wall,
Compressed and distorted to cover it all.

The landscape’s so jampacked with categories,
There are no boundaries to territories.

In fact, from a short distance, the map looks white,
A white gap, a blank expanse, glowing at night.

Get some darts. Throw one at infinity’s map.
It might bounce back or vanish without a gap,

But if it sticks, start with that. Begin from there
Where the story begins. There were storms in the air

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