Of Infinity

In the land of finite, measurable calculus of existence, You are a silhouette of mystique, esoteric obscurity, A symbol ambiguous, living among realm of precision, Unreachable to quotidian and simplistic enumeration, Unamenable to honoring bounds of constrained world; Yet, allured in metaphors, much alike a pretty woman, Serenaded by poetic adulation in verses of fascination. We invoke you when enormity we can’t comprehend Being clueless of its reach or whether its journey ends: Numbers uncountable, we postulate, seek your vicinity, Universe we can’t grasp, we claim, expands infinitely, Time propelling future, we surmise, ticks into eternity, Whether space or distance you’re un-fathomed entity; Oh! Infinity, the truth is, we can’t clasp your immensity. Why, O, why you chase the unknown and the elusive? Such a dry emotion to be everlasting without feelings! Being eternal or endless ~offers not a beloved meaning Unless you can be sensual, evermore of love romantic Or the vows tolling forever in unbreakable relationships Or timelessly striving to create treasures of memories Or a paradise on earth blooming heavenly, perpetually. Oh! Infinity, be laudable as can be, to instincts of poetry But, remain true to self ~unknowable, nebulous intrigue. November 22, 2021 Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 8 Poetry Contest Sponsor: Edward Ibeh Title chosen: Of Infinity