Infinite Poem by Madrason .

Every time a loss
a crumb unto the earth
had risen on its own
and when I looked
into the mirror
what I did see
was it ever me
could it not just as well
have been you
in all its accuracy
accountability
it measures
to account for
but the sum of all things
can never be named
hung up and framed
this blinding
two dimensional scope
that thuggish rope
raping all surprise
rupturing the soft silk
which found its own way
to form a duet
and not duality!