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