Technically, there's room
and time enough
in this universe
for any foolish thing
you could do
to begin
to ring true
eventually.
For instance,
instead of calculating
and folding
the vast edges
of longing
in on one another
to create wings
for all the captured,
you might instead
confine yourself
to the wearisome limits
of the infinity
which exists
by sheer definition
between 0 and 1.
True, you'll never be
remembered for your toil,
but its toll might resound
like a pledge
to the forgotten
that it's meaningless
to place limits
or choose
between distinctions
when the unbounded truth
which infuses
all of time is:
we are always both
spending
and earning
our lives.
