It’s the infinite range of the differential rates
Of change that creates and has created
The space for place and the sense of place.
Eternity is nothing, never was, never will be,
But if you want to name a god to claim
Responsibility, name your god after pace
Because it’s pace, approaching asymptotes
Of infinity at either end, fast and slow,
That permits contrast and similarity. That’s how
I’m phrasing this endlessly ending strangeness
For today, a day I spent inside the changed space
Of a single house with doors and windows shut
Against winter, peacefully pacing and pacing
Inside these flickering changes, inside brain,
This captive bear created by this barred cage.
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