One is the missing link and so one unites both infinities, the in world and the out world. Too often one runs around in circles or lines without patterns; but when one pauses, the world does not go on unnoticed.
Too many times one finds oneself missing and thus cannot write or even remember a single rhyme. But how can it be when one believes one is in most things, even when one is not one?
Too often, then, one is more in than one is out; but the world sees one more as one notices oneself more when one is not out. But when one is in, no matter how small the room, no matter how short the thought, infinity cannot be without the bit that one is because one divides infinity to see it; and one unites infinity to understand that one is what one is trying to understand.