You have adorned the meta-space
of my aether
for so very, very long,
aspatial, atemporal, ideal.
So perfectly beautiful,
so undefinable.
So it breaks my heart to say this,
I am sorry my darling, I truly am,
but infinite egg, you simply cannot be.
Dispatches from the wilds of Poetania – On Largeness
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