(i)
between first midst and last

will we ever arrive
closer to the centre

of oblivion
infinite baby steps

against motion
the paradox of toys

being taken away


(ii)
in second childhood

further growing pains
immeasurable still

razors closer shave
till the stand still

of middle age
neither halfway

or halfway


(iii)
the countings down

to empty sets
with nothing left

over and above
divided by any

line of parallax
a vintage toy train

stays its track