Infinity works in funny ways.
Hands wielding metal, making massive and miniscule approximations.
A chisel nips and bites off small bits of wood.
Smaller and smaller until somehow edges mimic curves.
Slicing at a mahogany block on all sides,
the fingers tingle until the halved-bits fall away like nothing.
One great gust of air through tight, bristled lips—
and a fencepost magically becomes a duck.