The contradiction in the heart of my being

A path leads to the endless blackness of the infinite void. And truly; I drown in analogies and wake up in a dream that’s called reality.
No way is visible, for it fades into a single tangle of recursive self-reference.
You and I – We are one in perfection, merge into a symbiosis of self-similar fractals. We are pleonasms and yet false tautologies!

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!

View original post