A Paradox is a conflation of stigmata:

The absurdity of mathematics

and ones inability

to describe (in language)

what we experience.

This confusion is the point

at which motion obeys all laws.

A paradox owes more

to poetry than science.

A paradox is a conflation

of contradictory assertions.

At no time nor space,

are you able to ascertain

the point at which a changeover occurs...

Movement never occupies a series

of definite spaces, sobbing in

and out of existence,

but a wail that rises and falls,

occupying- deserting- recalling,

being and not being

simultaneously, occupying and failing to occupy

the same space.

A paradox is an excellent example

of movement and of stasis,

a wondrous confusion of movement,

being and argument.

​words and foto Tommy Carroll