Noxymoron
The paradox of New Year’s midnight Eves
Is ever new and ever old because
The endless carries on. The moment cleaves
The past from present in unchanging laws
And also causes pasts and presents to
Cleave hard together changelessly the same.
Each year the pattern of these timeless two,
Supposedly distinct, these times stay tame
Unendingly yet more important…this:
The second right before and then that time
Just after midnight make a wedding kiss
Since they are uniform, a perfect rhyme.
Untruthfully divided, time and love,
They hold each other unified, above.
~ Phillip Whidden
