Aporia

Numb me with sweet mulberry pills
Nest needles in my skin
Unlike you
I'm all for magic
I get tired, don't you?
I'd rather yield to their hands
Than conjure my own truth

Achilles, can you see its back?
It won't get closer
It only will be the end of you
Whenever it might seem to have a logic
The tortoise will just laugh at you

Ran twice faster, still got halfway there
Half nowhere
Can your tropes explain this sad affair
Cause I would pay
Name the day, give me the place
And state your currency
Teach me the existential bureaucracy

Achilles, can you see its back?
It won't get closer
It only will be the end of you
Whenever it might seem to have a logic
The tortoise will just laugh at you

What comes first – the word or the thought of it?
Clueless of the way to wrap my tongue around it
I fill the void with waste and set it on fire
I bet we're cursed by whoever is in charge of it
This elusive reasoning, the chemistry
The trap has shut, the tortoise dies

And then there was war
And we will never know
How little we've been trying
To make sense of
I kiss you goodbye
Tiny breathing human
I'll see you on the other
Side of the river



Credits
Writer(s): Dmitriy Shmakov
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