Incompleteness

Mathematical Surrealism

I’m a system
of strict and rigorous rules.
Don’t dare to break them
or you are incredible fools!

Prove me wrong,
but don’t dare
to leave me along
for it’s all we ever were.

Don’t dare to leave me,
because I’m all of this,
don’t dare to be
that very last beautiful kiss.

But what are you doing?
Where are you going
after all?
What were you saying in your very last call?

Are you telling me
I’m incomplete,
that no one can see
me being utterly complete?

What am I supposed to be
without a complete identity?
Paradox, I am,
being self-referent is all I can!

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