As infinity strikes,
One is forced to wonder
What really exists.
Is life itself

Simply an incoherency?
What really can one prove?
Sure, one knows oneself to be real,
But what else?

It has been said
That infinity can by trapped between two mirrors.
Does that make one thousand infinities
In five hundred mirrors?

If infinity is forever, does that not contradict
The concept of reality?
That all that is,
Is real.

But if infinity is only something
One can conceptualize,
What, then, is reality?
Granted, infinity does not determine what

Is real and what is illusion.
One can only prove the existence of
Oneself.
So, the only question is,

“Why does it matter?”
If nothing can be proved or disproved,
Then it does not.
But, that really is a morbid way

To conceptualize life.
One thousand mirrors.
Five hundred infinities.
One life.


One Soul.
Live as though
Infinity does exist,
Even if it cannot be proved.