“Two roads diverged…”; Only two? Ha!
Dichotomies are simple.
Paradoxes make perfect sense.
Play hopscotch on a tightrope sometime,
Enveloped by its parabolic periphery,
Encircled, embedded, then engulfed
In a crystallized fractal
Of every nuance of existence.
Pull out your microscopes, folks,
Because there, perfectly suspended
Like antimatter in a vacuum chamber
Is one little speck of dust, barely sneeze-worthy,
Screaming, screeching, I am here! I am here!
And here I am, floating down a lazy river,
Drifting off into blissful slumber,
Awakening only to the sounds of a tributary
Gone awry. All I have left to do is
Pray that I wash up in a fertile
Delta, and leave the floodplains
For the faint of heart.
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