Hardy’s Paradox

When a question

Is an

Answer

To the

Biggest thought

you have ever

had

Turn it on

Its head

Imbibe it daily

With piercing

Glances

Ragged roots

Contain

the world’s

Plague

What’s going

on

Relentless

the wool’s weft

is spun

warped and

knotted

coloured in

skein

Pandora’s box

is opened

hold on

the bridge has

fallen

there is

the

paradox