Boss

`I`m thinking what to do with you says boss

`I`m thinking the same of you thinks his boss

Ad infinitum it goes. What am I?

Nobody? It hurts to be a small fry.

`Mind your position, see reality’

That can’t be the way, I`m Infinity

Ant is great as tusker is not a tale

Great or small in size is not the finale

Spirit is not fiction and it’s fullness

To be the last boss is life gone in madness

Firefly in darkness proud of its small light

Stars shine forth with proud twinkles, then moon bright

Each bosses o’er the other till Sun comes

Thou art That but play thy roles, say the tomes

`Thinking what to do with you

Ditto thinks his boss

Roles in a play. Peace.

30.5.2002; Direct into computer