The New Place: A Monday Poem Full of Binaries


The new place is not the old place.

The old place was once a new place.

The new feeling was new then and now is again.

The sounds change a place.

The place changes the sound.

The breeze is different and also the same.

The sun is the same and also different.

The bed is not the same bed, but also, it is.

The feeling of ownership is new.

With ownership comes possession.

With possession comes security.

With security comes theft.

With theft comes insecurity.

The feeling of ownership is new.

The feeling of theft is old, but familiar.

The texture and containment of the walls is different than

The old containment and texture of the walls.

The windows open and close differently and yet are still windows.

The air filters in and out in ways the old place’s air did not filter in and out.

But moves similarly to the way the air of the old, old place filtered in and out. 

The new place will become an old place and the windows and the air and the sounds…

Everything will remain and will also change.

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One thought on “The New Place: A Monday Poem Full of Binaries

  1. mycelts says:

    I am surprised and not,
    Quite a talent you’ve got.
    What is old is new:
    We are lucky to have you

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