Zeno in Love

Fractions obliterate
Slashing between
Harsher than difference
Dividing and dividing
He gets halfway there
And only sees another gap
That might be split in half
Traversed the half
With another chasm opened
As if through the traveling
An increase in the sense
That closer is still
Subject to half ways
Garnished with fennel
Salad of celery
Each bite burns
Every calorie consumed
Such is the obsession
His obsession with distance
Traversed toward
Never approaching convergence
As if to be a smoothie
Ground up entire
Would be the only mechanism
For closeness
May he one day learn
Zeno the Unfortunate
That space is not distance
And distance need not travel
For even as half ways
Separate absolutely
Absolutes do not separate