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Zeno’s Paradox

Zeno's Paradox

Bewilderingly, the tracks converge to a point
somewhere beyond sight,
the distance obscured in light
coverings of air,
as though some tedious print
quavered before a tired and vacant stare,
almost focused, in mid-trance,
but not quite.

Bewildered, Short set out to trek,
to halve the distance,
then to halve it again
until he became, like Zeno,
just within reach, a dance
step or two away from infinity.

As if he were to know
what it is to be
becalmed in paradox, to wreck
what common sense is supposed to mean.

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