Oxymorons are those words that seem contradictory when taken together in the sentence but can actually be used without contradicting themselves.
A paradox is a statement or argument that seems to be contradictory or to go against common sense, but that is yet perhaps still true — for example, Shakespeare's line from Romeo and Juliet, "Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!" —according to Merriam-Webster Dictionary.
I believe that oxymorons exist in a world with two meanings at once: they have varying degrees of importance and wrap around each other, creating comfort.
This poem is about the comfort that oxymorons provide.