It is only in that there is a finite amount of things written,
That I read.
If an infinite amount was written,
None of it would I read,
For in infiniteness it is nothing.
However, when Shakespeare or some lesser known
Arises from the infinite possibility,
To produce a single stitch in reality,
The stitch is something in that it is not nothing-
Not part of the infinite.
So I desire to read.
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