i am the unreasonable one, yes.
unreasonable as echoes climb
against walls, past handless clocks.

as a kid i explained infinity
to my self. we were meant to climb,
yes. through intermediate silence

there was no such thing
as a heaven or hell;
between my temples, only a gap.

it separated the fading past below
from lightleak ceilings high above.
our condemned cosmic mansion here.

but when the climb ends, i will
pull up the braided rope and drape
myself in it. the paper thin ladder.

the infinity ribbon of my life

j