The New Paradigm - Poem by Theresa Haffner
“As direct opposites converge on 0°polarity,
then the poles will shift.” –'Zero Polarity' by the author.
Between boredom and indifference lies the new paradigm.
Between the climax and the anticlimax lies the new paradigm.
Between the beginning and the ending lies the new paradigm.
Between the back and the front lies the new paradigm.
Between the list of the lost and the lost list lies the new paradigm.
If you can’t see this you are probably too far away and need to wear glasses.
If you can’t hear this you are probably making too much noise and need to take the earplugs out of your ears.
If you can’t feel this you have lost touch sensitivity.
You who have ears, listen.
You who have eyes, see.
More and more our days are spent driving down this synonym for an information super highway called the Internet,
where virtuous and virtual are not synonymous.
Between the back brace and the head injury lies the new paradigm.
Between the microcosm and the macrocosm lies the new paradigm.
Between the Vision and the Voice lies the new paradigm.
Between the clutch and the power brake lies the new paradigm.
Who controls the past controls the future. More and more our time was spent in serious exploration of our own past.
Come down in time. The past is always with us because the past becomes our present.
We change the past by diligent excavation, re-remembering, and redefining our understanding of it.
Between the golf on Sunday and the all sports weekend lies the new paradigm.
Between the side dish entrée and the box lunch lies the new paradigm.
Between the couch and the cushion.
Between the chest and the drawers.
Between the headboard and the bed.
Between the lamp and the lampshade lies the new paradigm.
Urban legend? A child locked in his bedroom without human contact since birth was raised entirely on the Internet with technical support by raisedbywolves.com.
Between the mainframe and the motherboard lies the new paradigm.
Between the Mountain Crest and the Timberline lies the new paradigm.
Between the land of the free and the home of the brave lies the new paradigm.
Between the watermelon seeds and the cantaloupe rinds,
between the organ donor and the transplant,
between the book and its cover,
between the Sumerian Sunrise and the Artifacts on Mars lies the new paradigm.
For anyone who ever wanted everything,
for anyone who ever wanted nothing,
for anyone who ever wanted to be with somebody,
for anyone who ever wanted to be alone,
in the hours before dawn, between the silences of 3 a.m., lies the new paradigm.
Between the mouse and the click,
between the chasm and the mist,
between the mystery and the rose,
between the hours of parking and no parking,
between nothing and no thing,
between zero polarity and the insertion point
lies the beginning of understanding.
The new paradigm.
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