I peered through a telescope, the end so far away, to infinity it seemed, but nothing behind the eye to see, no focusing that way;
Day by day I peered, each day the distance shrank, infinity loomed beyond, but now behind the eye, a lengthening distance grew;
A length of twine, unraveled,
stretched to furthest end,
I began to roll it up,
seeking the distant end.
I turned the telescope to look the other way, behind me as it were, each day the distance grew, sharper focusing that way;
Before me again I peered, the distance shrunk to nothing, focusing unclear, loomed beyond infinity, though nearer in a way;
As I wound the ball of twine,
unrolled the other end,
the length before me gone,
now came the bitter end.