steve randomly IMed me this poem that he wrote:

The Man Knowing Infinity

Boundless, the highway stretching:
Farther, expanding,
Yonder, yearning.

The car (a laser-guided ray), -
set upon the speck of the present,
needling into the forlorn wilderness of
Continuity
- swooping on the highway toward -
Infinity.

The blazing white lane stripes
(designating our course)
streaming past beneath, reminding of
a definite here and now,
flickering with the hot furious
Intensity
of time riding a grain of photon toward -
Infinity.

Alaska past
to
Patagonia future entwining by the thread of
Connectivity
upon which
the racing transport of the present coursing toward -
Infinity.

Time galloping -
Quick, unknowing,
Silent, uncaring,
- at a feeble flickering mirage whispering,
"Melancholy"
or, that road-mark proclaiming: "infinite miles to -
Infinity."

Perched upon this transport from
the Alpha to the Omega,
I, riding this Godspeed car of light.
The stratosphere of obscurity and
Monotony
enveloping the man knowing -
Infinity.