I can reach infinity if and only
If my arms could extend beyond the stars
And then farther, where thoughts free but lonely
Drift and clash and aggregate and war.
Never, alas, have appendages caught
Everything and more; yet I must urge
My mind to grasp what feeble hands cannot.
This is my quest, my grail, my grave, my dirge.
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