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I looked in from the out
At Infinity's domain
I chuckled and I jeered
At such a silly name

Breathing its stale air
Of mine so few they knew
One more sparsite
Exceptions were in lieu

I took another glance
Then thrice a second time
Pondering the lack
Justice unfit the crime

For trapped inside my cube
Seemed smaller than the rest
Unending darkness fell
Upon my bended crest

Entombed within my cube
Infinite appeared without
Dachte ohne Rason
Screamed me a silent shout

With founded keys in hand
Broke I my blackened cube
To catch a glimpse of real
An Infinity of a rube

To say The Evermore
Is possessed in one small space
Would be a paradox
Most regard uncommonplace

But in my mind of plenty
A theory such is lubed
For in the schizophrenic
Infinity is always cubed

February 5, 2002
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