I am finite and eternal

  I am slowly gaining speed

As the structures fold and crumble

  And replace desire with need

Dichotomy and double-speak,

  An oxymoron sea,

Where truths are absolute and fixed

  But quickly fade and flee

Here inaction still speaks loudly

  But results affect the cause

And screams somehow seem delicate

  While whispers form a pause

In a glass house full of mirrors

  Resolute and quite opaque

All reflection is turned inward

  As original turns fake

A sound without a rhythm

  But in tune with song and dance

My heart beats ever faintly

  And collapses the expanse

I'm a blind man seeking vision

  I'm a mute who shouts the truth

I'm all these things and many more --

  A shifting absolute.