Between Limits and Infinity
I move through life,
a point in an invisible system.
Expectation pulls forward.
Pressure pulls back.
My reality behaves
like a broken equation.
I solve for X,
but X keeps changing.
Some nights,
I am a body in free fall.
Entropy arrives quietly—
turning order into chaos.
Yet I remain in motion.
Integrating pain over time,
learning what endurance means.
Somewhere between limits
and infinity...
I discover that struggle
can still be graphed toward meaning.
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