In finity,
on our far side, live sharks,
on theirs, we.
The more there are of us,
the more we see of them,
the more we think there's more of them;
the more they see of us,
the more they think there's more of us;
the more the both of us will think:
'They could be without a few,
fewer wouldn't matter.'
In finity,
thought without infinite view.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A quizzical write! Enjoyed this fallacy of thoughts....! When we don't have infinite view, our assumptions can easily go wrong!