Paradox of the Boundary

      Paradox of the Boundary

 

          If point A is black, and point B is white,

          and here it is day, and there it is night

          then what do we make of the points in-between?

          For surely it is plainly seen

          that somewhere there must be a border

          which, though its edge creates this order

          itself does not commit its troth

          to either side. So is it both?

          Or neither? How to read this rhyme?

          What place to place the time of time?

          For is the present old or new?

          And is the boundary false or true?