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Zeno's Paradox
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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