Infinity Paradox

In a universe of endless measures, We exist but as fleeting, fleeting treasure, Infinity's jesters, succumbed to its pleasure, Mathematically chaotic, yet perfectly in measure. Oh, let's spin in this paradox till we lose our senses, Toying with infinities, past present and tenses, We're but dots in the grandest, vastest expanses, In the art of uncertainty, we're mere apprentices. In the great cosmic lottery, your ticket is zeroes, An existential crisis, the hero of heroes, To grasp infinity's hand and dance with its mirror, Is to accept we’re but transient cosmic shadows. {end}