The lore and lure of numbers   like strange fish

Infinities  of  different orders point
Like signposts on tbe hills where walkers pass
To  places where  just gods were pleased to haunt

The common sense reproach will ever taunt
Those who sail on other seas  unclassed
Infinities  of  different orders point

We are not the same in what we want
We have an image of our secret wish
In  places where the magic gods would haunt

In a  little line  we cannot count
The  many numbers  as they jostle past
Infinities  of  different orders want.

Do not be afraid, we were not taught
The lore and lure of numbers   like strange fish
In   little ponds where  gods  hung out to haunt

The goat herds counted   flocks and just with this
The transcendental numbers  fly up in a mass
Infinities  of  different orders point
To   numbers even G-d can never count