Georg Cantor Chasing Infinity I Must

Georg Cantor. Chasing infinity. I must! He was a very lonely man Tortured by desire to understand The world and the God’s mind Like a fearless seasoned sailor He embarked an elegant boat Of extreme mental endeavor With powerful white sails spread wide And four winds flying behind He sailed into the realm of unknown Rejected and abandoned by the world Breaking hostile waves utterly alone His peers called him scientific charlatan And his attempt sickness of mind But he ignored them and moved forward Trying to find terra incognita That was keeping secrets of mathematics Touching the limits of infinity Balancing on the edge of insanity He reached a point where All the lines of reality converge In the mind of God in one tight knot Where everything starts and ends In one minuscule steadfast spot The sails halted entangled in wind And collapsed in a wide swing He stood there still for three days Like crucified sun on the cross Of torturous spring equinox Till the moment of revelation came He saw overwhelmingly beautiful pattern Spread wide in front of his sight Of cosmic motion in one elegant flight Moving towards the horizon And bending on the other side He saw infinity standing still all night Revealing to him her mystical beauty Expressed in vision of cornucopia Of even bigger infinities springing From each other’s solar plexus Spreading at the speed of light In an eerie turbulent cosmic night Lustfully intertwining in one knot And passionately devouring each other In heavenly cosmic orgy of motion Expiring in violent fiery commotion And then flying slowly away In a sensuous dreamy way Extending to the horizon And disappearing at sun rising The next morning he saw The navel of cosmos giving birth To forever expanding universe Overwhelmed with exhaustion In numb emptiness he collapsed He woke up in the cell of mad house Opening his burning eyes In pitch darkness of eerie night He saw himself laying in a cold Metal bed with restricting shirt Holding his arms tied Firmly behind his spine Covered with sticky blanket of sweat Waking up he was trying to grasp The meaning of his vivid dream And to memorize how big infinity is Which he saw reaching the dome Of his head and spreading outside it How big infinity is that it would fit In his feverishly racing mind He agonized about it every night In the depth of darkness, He heard a secret voice Calling him to open the doors To mathematics of infinity And in a daze of inspiration And non-ending hallucinations In his dream he saw the numbers Dancing in front of his eyes Like seagulls flying up high In the bright bottomless sky And diving in to the ocean Of eternal primal motion With indescribable precision He put names on each of them He saw their faces smiling at him Seductively winking in a lustful way And then spreading out in disarray He could count them and see How elegant the pattern was That weaves the fabric of cosmos The numbers were dancing in front of his eyes all night along Till the morning opened the doors They dissipated like vampires Burnt to dust by the power of light With sun breaking through the clouds All he could see was ashes and dust He couldn’t remember last night’s lust He saw it he memorized the design But in the bright sunlight He couldn’t remember it Or think of it or see it It was gone in one instant It was like a gulp of water Disappearing in his mouth That quenched his thirst But could not be grasped A moment ago it had A shape of clear glass That he held in his hands And now it was nothing But a part of his flesh A lonely organ was playing Bach In the distant landscape Behind cold shattered window With frost painted floral glass He struggled to remember And he screamed: I must I must to grasp it To catch it to understand it To memorize it to etch it That which was hidden Will be brought to light One day or one night In bright sun or candlelight I must to find the way To etch it in my brain I must! A solitary violin was crying In a distant murky landscape Of remote rural Saxony Telling a tragic story of a lonely man Possessed by desire to understand His titanic effort to catch infinity With his bare strong hands Of his brilliant powerful mind Locked in a cramped square Filled with transcendental fear Clinging to infinity hopelessly In his feverishly racing brain Like an old man in the sea Was holding a sublime fish Bigger than his eyes could see In desperate mortal attempt To win the battle of his life Or to perish in demise Violin was crying for infinity imprisoned in a tiny square Of a madhouse dreary cell In an extraordinary mind Of a very lonely man Till the day he died Then the doors opened wide Letting freed infinity fly away In to the burning skies Of the cold grim evening Of sorrowful winter day Lonely Violin quietly cried For a man who tried To tame infinity Like a wild mustang That was born to be wild