Oxymora

I’m a wrong tautology,
a broken analogy
of a true contradiction
that lost all direction.

Directionless I walk,
vectors become closed loops;
Wordless I talk,
collecting vectors into uncountable groups.

I’m a true contradiction,
don’t falsify me
or you’ll lose all your affection
towards everything I used to be.

I’m the burning ice
of a predictable dice,
the frozen fire
of your very last desire.

All I can hear
is the void of tranquillity,
the mirrored reality
in which I am, now and here!