We have seen a napping eight
On its afternoon somnolence,
When a road seems on recess
Ahead of an infinity evening.
A number lady lives at infinity
Having escaped a body’s finity.
Numbers are tyrants in school.
If a school is on recess for ever
We shall remain eight for ever
As numbers escape to infinity.
On an afternoon railway track
Two lines try for ever to meet.
And they meet at their infinity
To joke I am no body and you?