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Zeno's Paradox

March 13, 2019
By FlightOfPiscine PLATINUM, Plano, Texas
FlightOfPiscine PLATINUM, Plano, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"Irony [is] the song of a prisoner who's come to love his cage" - David Foster Wallace


A paperweight slips

through the fingers of entropy

Light shoots through shards

each ray in a broken dance, frozen in time

Burning my retinas

 

Fumbling, I sweep up the fragments

Blood sparkles, mercurial sunblock

 

Recalling old memories of my future self

I piece together a tiger, a lion, a beaver, a squirrel

A beacon, a blanket, an unshattered world

Truly, mosaics of misery

 

Strolling through the dim halls of egalitarian venom

Each rests atop a pedestal, within a glass case,

bearing my name tag, with an artificial glint

The floor, pure marble, incapable of reflection

 

In waves I breath and sigh and cry

Wearing my mosaic shoes

Sometimes, though, I take them off

 

Return to the stark, deceptive tunnel of mirrors

And find my feet tracing peculiar patterns of blood

A teardrop, a knife, a dot screaming down the air

An explosion, a crash, black noise, a rainbow undertow

Inundation

I think to myself

Shouldn't these shards be gone by now?



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