Oh you broken infinity; gray in nature.
Allow me to repair you.
I am a handyman of words,
breaking down this soft-spoken language in rhythmic remedy,
yet only for you, my good neighbor.
You are the everlasting universe,
but let's not stumble over words.
The universe is infinite; yet not quite infinity,
and the great field of stars must be jealous,
for infinity, you...
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