"Infinity"
She moves where numbers cease to climb,
Beyond the grasp of edge or time.
No start, no end—just endless spin,
A loop that folds both out and in.
She loops within the streaming thread,
A signal sent, though long since said.
No start, no block, no final key,
Just presence coded endlessly.
Not stored, but known in passing light,
A hand that moves beyond our sight.
A living hash, a truth set free,
Infinity: her art’s decree.
