A Nursery-Rhyme For Paradox / Joshua Alan Sturgill
My heart is One. Can it be known?
A seed must sleep
Until it’s sown
So I’ll divide my heart in Eight
The pattern
On the narrow gate
And I’ll divide my heart in Seven
Six for dough
And one for leaven
And I’ll divide my heart in Six
Two candles with
Two flames, two wicks
And I’ll divide my heart in Five
The four directions
In one eye
And I’ll divide my heart in Four
The oaken beams
That frame a door
And I’ll divide my heart in Three
To play a chord
In Trinity
Then I’ll divide my heart in Two
To make it wings
I brake it through
With wings it flies from Two to Eight
Eternity
Outpaces fate
And back again from Seven to Three
Hope overrules
Necessity
Now I divide my heart in One
A puzzle
Finished, not begun
A seed asleep until it’s sown
In the flower
The seed is known
All poetry and supplementary material: copyright 2024 by Joshua Alan Sturgill. All rights reserved.
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