The Master Of Paradoxes, Oxymorons, And Laws Of The Opposites Poem by Daegonius Bonapartea

I am dying life, I am a living death, living and dying, dying and living, I am born into Everything and unborn to nothing, an unsevered severing that cannot be resevered, an insane man living in a sane world with unsane humans yet thinking that that very sentence is sane, I love rain yet I am always dry, when I am wet my heart is dry, I am an astranged strange man while strangely seeing only the unstrange, I am a manipulator of brains yet I am manipulated by my oddness in doing so, I am called genius yet I have such a low intellect Those calling me that always have a high intellect and oddly never use what they've 'always had. I am a limited man living in a dying yet living infinite world with limited amswers in a sea of unlimited questions with a limited amount of time in an infinite time'universe to dream limitless dreams in a place where in a dream non dreams exist while fantasy is said to be non existent yet that line being fantasy in itself could easily turn fact in a limited radius in an unlimited space, i am an animal in a human form with animal attributes civilized in an uncivilized society of seemingly so called civilized humans with animal attributed unattributed to the attributed claim that they are human i am indifferent in this same old' world of different indifferents Which would make me different But no more than you are indifferent. I am the opposite of opposite and the counter part to no parts of nothing yet still I am a part of something in a place that is not opposite to the positron of positives. I am the negative of optical optimism and the positive of perpetual pessimism. An egocentric anti maniac of insane mania of the sane man yet insanely i am the counterpart of man i am not evil nor good nor bad nor great but i am a greatlyt anti man of man opposite of evil of good and bad and i am badly correctly my own and incorrectly anyone elses own i myself but i am you i am everything that cannot be seen with the naked eye and I am nothing that can be seen with the unaked heart. I am a heartless heartfelt hearty of the hearted and happy heart filled hearts I am the breaking unbroken piece of brokeness in an unbreakable chain without a piece to break at all and i am still yet the connectedness of all that is unconnected and the source of the sourceless i lovingly embrace the unembraced hate that opposes the non opposser of love