infinity's wake

infinity's flaw 
was found before all 

had got wise to the fact 
they were unawares 

to this perfect uncoupling 
unimpaired by any realistic 
sense 

or care. 

But we took such pains 
in the end, it was 

somehow square. 
Or rectangular, narrow 
across the wide, taller still 
in the front and back, 
with you and me deep, 
and on each side 

bearing pall to the shameful hole
where we died. The legend 
of us goes on and on. Our friends 
took such hope in the song
we wrote with our hearts' 
and lives' bloody quill
pressing on.