Among the packets of cacophony
I found a note of symphony
Among the lightning packed inkiness
I found a space of emptiness
Oh how could I resist the urge?
And not on it colors splurge?
And let calm this space be,
Uninhabited by malady
For although the labelled atrocities
Steered clear of infinities
Infinite pairs of matching rows
Gazed at the holes below
Thus I cultivate cacophony
And steer clear of infinity
I look down at the sky and sleep
For infinity’s hole is too deep
