Primal Infinity

By Othello D. Gomes

Vast, it spreads to nothingness,
Its wings have no spans, nor any ends,
No tangent in line,
No bisectors, but paradox,
Dwelling in no centre.

Explosions, it may occur,
Expansion, deeply ponders its vastness,
The Abyss of an Enigma,
The coexisting Salvation,
A dogmatic group of atoms,
Aided By Microbe Formation,

Hierarchies of extravagance,
Fluctuating right before thine averted eyes,
Space Shuttles, Spaceships,
The Universe Serves Not Thine's competence,
The System We Consist In,
Egalitarianism, glamorous, why is it ?
But, seizing it is extravagance.

Truth, is it?
Dogma, is it?
Faith Or Belief, is it ?
None of you stand efficacious.
Your Roles Have Been Distributed,
Effulgent, are you all?
Effulgent, you will be.
Complete Comprehension Won't Serve,
The Last Supper in its engender.

All, and all,
Functioning due to the equilibrium,
Holding all of our deeds,
The very Cosmos,
In its tight sheet,
As Infinity draws all of us closer,
Only everything changes to nothing.