Paradox-

Everything is an array, a paradox some say.
One word that means, two very opposites it seems,
combined with all the in between's, is a paradox.
Thoughts floating in the middle of the start and end,
polar opposites together a message it can send.
Being so broken your finally fixed,
or a heavenly angel casting a demonic hex.
Ice so cold that it burns your skin,
or being so blind you can see again.
Water the very essence of life,
yet you drowned in a whirlpool ironic right?
Music so loud that it turns real quiet,
or thinking a thought but thinking nothing about it.
This entire existence doesn't even exist,
like making a firework that is flame resist.
How do we hate and also love,
buried underground so deep your above.
The sweet sound of the silence,
being a Christian converting with violence.
Light so bright your blinded by darkness,
A path so simple that no one can find it.
Solving an impossible puzzle,
eating so much fat turns to muscle.
Knowing everything about nothing,
shooting and killing someone but your bluffing.
Experiencing no experiences,
having no consequences.
Being so stuck your never progressing,
singing so loud your words go missing.
Closing a box that was never opened,
an immovable wall forced on unstoppable motion.
Being so protected you then turn vulnerable,
losing your head and asking is it noticeable.
Running so slow your incredibly fast,
Being elsewhere then the future present or past.
Making a law declaring no laws,
having no chimney for Santa Clause.
Staring intently at nothing but something,
A land mine that is perfectly safe for touching.
A thief stealing himself in a sack,
Darkness that isn't that color black.
What would you see if there is no color,
pregnant with twin boys that aren't brothers.
Drinking fluid so wet its dry,
Sun stares and burns its own eyes.
Having no fingers winning rock paper scissors,
a tropical island with constant blizzards.
Remembering something that was never forgot,
catching a cold that's never been caught.
Being bigger then everything, and smaller then nothing.
Being to real for reality, in consistence is your consistency.
Starting after you end, you disappear when you attend.
Discovering the word discovering, finding a size less ring.
A monster so scary it cant be seen,
A mirror mirroring its own glass screen.
Sword so sharp it cant be held,
trying to whisper a yell.
Silently demanding silence.
Expecting nothing to expect.
Blowing out candles in space,
saving everything you waste.
Imploding explosives.
Waiter gets less money with a tip.
Purely evil, Chaotically simple.