Infinity

Once upon no time, in its infancy
 Emptiness was dreaming infinity
 Or the lack thereof
 Scheming drafting and etching
 A blue print of what was to be
 A cosmic brew of possibilities
 Craving a virgin canvas
 To carve its celestial creation
 The origin tore apart at the core
 And unfolded to form the soil
 In which it sought to sow
 Its life bearing seed
 Gases collided and blossomed
 Into blazing stars
 Spheres arose from the dichotomy
 Of inertia and gravity
 The fabric of time was woven
 And its erroneous concept born
 (Solo: Chartré)
 For time does not exist
 It is just the applicable
 Linear perception of growth
 Empirical science, scant and scarce
 Lack of infinity to grasp the boundaries
 Abiding by this mystery
 Once upon no time emptiness dreamt
 And craved a virgin canvas
 Freehand and model-less
 Yet results were marvelous
 The void was filled and the symbolic
 Sands of time were stirred
 -Ageless fallout showering the present
 Mourners lie in wait
 Witness to the weeping widows
 Grieving the passing of time