I peered through a telescope, to infinity it seemed, but nothing behind the eye to see, no focusing that way;
Day by day I peered, each day the distance shrank, but now behind the eye, a lengthening distance grew;
A length of twine unwound,
stretched to furthest end,
I began to roll it up,
seeking the distant end.
I turned the telescope, to look behind me as it were, each day the distance grew, sharply focusing that way;
Turning ‘round again I peered, the distance shrunk to nothing, loomed beyond, infinity, though nearer in a way;
As I wound the ball of twine,
unwound the other end,
the length before me gone,
now came the bitter end.