On and of erotic undercurrents of Infinity

It's all flowery and summery and there's romance and weird abstractions and their alarming consequences; I'd call it a poem even, or "suprapoem", whatever that unfolds into. If that’s not a hook, I don’t know what is (perhaps this 🪝). Enjoy at your own risk!

Like two passionate lovers, humans and Infinity practise tantric sex with each other. The practice goes back aeons and since then has transformed many times as soon as it became boring, either when another infinity was conquered or when the p...