One will ask, "How infinite is death to be?"
without stalling their stride for a moment's time,
enough so for the radical chance to see
the lasting affects of nature's sorrowed chime.
Yet, though this fault is of fractioned eyes,
is there reason to dismiss as immediate shame?
For hardly is it obvious, a deceptive guise
with a fastidious approach to the unsaid claim.
"Proof of such an existance," he persists,
"is surely of speculation which cannot be found."
The intangable, the opposition still insists,
is most effectively something having no bound.
One will ask, "How can life be as infinite?"
After which the wind was thought to have inhaled,
the response of its action remaining indefinite
and the answer to the first question was unveiled