I didn't sleep; I dreamed awake

I had an unsettling night, not so many nights ago. My mind does not operate now how it did; what was once clarity is mostly now a tired smear of cognisance. I thought of paradox's; puzzles of semantics; words like digits. I lost the art of that, but I kept a note to remind me.

If it is the fate of all life
to die
(The truth of which cannot be denied;
for all who have died
once lived-
This is by the very self-same nature
a tautology)
than even the most fertile macaw
is just the solid rouge
of a deepening wound:
A heartbeat; a flutter of a second
in the grasp of a decade,
and all moves on as one.
Then the greatest of tragedies
is to live in immortality.