I the finite
December 26 , 2005
I, the finite struggle to discover
The depth of infinity within which I am.
Out of infinity is created the finite,
The finite can not comprehend its source.
Therefore I am time and I am space,
A sphere within a sphere I try to break my shell.
Till death strikes its eventful blow, I am, I am.
As the smoke from a recent flame,
Through all into the vast space.
Dissipated throughout this entirety,
So small I am lost in my infinity.