Infinite

To see, to feel,

To believe and to seal

my fate

To laugh, to cry.

Never started, never ended, 

never tended 

to those wounds

you left uncovered

on my chest.

The unrest, 

To fall, to stutter,

To moan and to mutter 

great professions of 

past tragedy.

The agony, 

Of actions never confessed,

Of subject never defined,

Of object underlined

and time twisted up in pigtails.

To end the infinite. 

~ written 5th February 2025