Internal Variation

By Al Konda

The room remained, yet something changed within,
No line extended past its given frame;
Each course still held the bounds it moved within,
Yet held its shape in ways no longer the same.

The measure stayed, yet measure fell askew,
A silence deepened, changeless and unseen;
The very air no longer wandered through
The spaces it had always wandered through.

No shift appeared beyond the bounded line,
No sign arose to mark what had been changed;
The form remained, yet not as it had been,
Though all within it stayed as it was ranged.

It did not break, nor open to transform—
Yet held within a difference in its form.

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When change occurs without opening

There are moments when nothing opens—
and still, something shifts.

The structure holds.

The boundaries remain.

No line extends beyond its limit.

And yet, what moves within it
no longer holds in quite the same way.

There is no cause.

No signal.

No point at which change can be seen entering.

But the measure is no longer exact.

The air does not pass in quite the same manner.

The space remains—

but not in equal form.

Nothing breaks.

Nothing arrives.

Nothing leaves.

And still, within the closed system,
difference begins to exist.

Not as movement outward—

but as variation within.

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