Cantor's Infinities Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

How should my book end

What about this poem

Or the last line

Each word leaving a trace

But not entirely, unknown widgets

From the future are mired

In hopes from the past



Cantor's infinity is too small

For me the other infinities lie

In the smallest moments of acquaintance

Deepest vibes are built, uncountably,

Not from lifetimes but this minute

Who knows what the next second holds

How small our wishes or how big



We will not be

And without us no voids

Not even a whimper of oblivion

Will hold sway

Oceans will take voids to the tidal waves

We will not be

When droplets will collide

Shredding what they lived up to



We will not be in the dark

We will not be in the light

Between them, not even in the sigh

When a lonesome wish will rise

To bridge or to the smallest of possibilities