‘Paradox’

I sleep and I dream. The darkness is so bright and the silence is so deafening. I try to walk in my bounded universe but the map that leads me is abstract and I struggle to read its detailed smudge. I am invited to a formal picnic, so I dressed up with casual formality. I walk and I feel like a tiny giant. At first, I feel weighed down by my stone life jacket and the steel bow of my garment. I notice the urban village that I am approaching. Black poppies and above them two white crows. What a beautiful two-tone monochrome. After a long walk I start to see the never forever and so, slowly my burden feels like a feather. I’m doing my conventional revolution and for that I feel a cold warmth. I would like to be the perfect human but at least I know now that the half whole exists. In a square orbit there are infinitely many negative pluses.

After all, I am the Paradox.
A simple complexity.
A finite infinity.