Infinite Poem by Darlan M Cunha

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My name is Infinite. I have no bones, no muscles, no tendons, no cold, no heat,
no thirst, no grunge, in short, none of the antitheses - good and bad, black and white, far and near, no antithesis strikes me, because I am Infinite himself, immune, or mitridized. I don't miss anyone, nor do I have children -
a small thing for humans - but I do have convulsions that shake the black holes

the constellations and the galaxies, but I confess that there are moments when I feel a pinch of desire to have with whom or what to exchange some kids' ideas, but there is no partnership for my damnation. My name is in fact all Infinite, my tail goes where, and beyond this where, where neither God nor the Devil can go.

My name and surname is Infinite, which human fools call eight lying down.
This means that I am the synonym of that which has neither beginning nor end,
and neither does poor science have any way of knowing, nor guessers, magicians, gypsies, alienated people, shamans, meteorologists or dervishes.

I am the Infinite, I repeat.