Have you ever wondered about the possibility of infinity? that something exists out of our vision? ..me too.
The scaffold stood by the courthouse side, Only as wide as the door was wide; A frame as tall, or little more, Than the capping sill of the courthouse door. And we wondered, whenever we had the time, Who the criminal, what the crime, The Hangman judged with the yellow twist Of knotted hemp in his busy fist. And innocent though we were, with dread We passed those eyes of buckshot lead; Till one cried: “Hangman, who is he For whom you raise the gallows-tree?”
