Infinity

Math was never quite my thing; Its concepts are elusive. What wiser minds accept as fact, To me seems inconclusive. Infinity is one I cannot Wrap my brain around. No matter how you search, the ending Simply can’t be found. It makes a bit more sense, though, When considering the face. We all have eyes, a nose and mouth And ears to form the base. Yet subtle differences combine Within this basic frame And infinite composites mean We never look the same. For all the humans now alive And those who once have been, No two have looked like replicas Except, of course, a twin. I see infinity at work And almost comprehend The nature of a math idea Which logic can’t defend.