Fragments

I could not parse infinity

Nor wholeness subdivide

I could not cleave the universe

Potential from its prime

I could not segment substance

To divorce it from the mind

Nor perceive its existence

Unless sentience entwined

I could not segregate the two

Nor function from design

I could not square nor isolate

All change from space and time

I could not separate nor find

A substance void of form

Both mass and empty space alike

Of three dimensions born

I saw space as a property

And time as relative

To change and its velocity

Yet not definitive

I saw no bounds or limits tied

To any one of these

Space was not a void, nor time employed

To gauge eternity

Creation and destruction still

Did not effect existence

The fundamental properties

Endured and were persistent

How odd that change is set inside

The medium of constants

And limits in the limitless

Such irony seems nonsense

How do we mete the infinite

With finite mind imbibe

Unless we’ve something equal

To the truth there circumscribed