The infinite was always
Here in our hands and ready
To engulf us. One atom
Was a cosmos, one cosmos
An atom. The little was big
Because it was infinite,
The big infinitely small.
Verse by an unknown artist,
Rhyming fragments of the known,
Could slip the invisible
Noose of a notname, and drop
Uninvited spots of ink
Onto the gauze of a ghost.
Stains spread in all directions.
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