Serious Tmesis

A continuous sequence,
Joined series, sarat, a thread,
But severed at every point,

Infinitesimal snips
Of infinitesimal
Lengths, this is experience,

Paradox in description,
Its nature its opposite.
You sit out in a parked car

In windy suburban sprawl,
Ignoring your next errand,
Arrested by this notion,

This oxymoron. Meanwhile,
The leaves toss, people pass by,
And everything’s in motion,

Broken and continuous,
In serious tmesis.
The dragon changes in this.