The wheel was not enough to set me free,
nor fire, nor the harsh arrow, nor the harp,
nor commerce, nor the laws of Archimedes,
nor Euclid's measure, nor the microscope,
nor the wings of metal in the shrunken sky.
If I were finite I could speak the word
telling my doom. But I am infinite,
and have not grown the doom yet, nor the tongue.-DB Laing
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