The Unnameable

We reach

Always reaching

Toward the infinite

Time folds

It folds

Nor spiral, nor line

It hums into itself

Why do we reach?

We reach only to grasp

At the infinite that stretches for eternity

And yet we cannot hold it

Like happiness, fleeting, slipping through our fingers

I ask you:

What is infinity?

What is eternity?

Infinity and eternity are human attempts to name the unnameable

Nothing begins

Nothing ends

And still we reach

We are flawed

This is our nature

And yet we reach

And in reaching

Perhaps that is enough

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