What if our reasoned language
can’t provide any answers
—what if time isn’t real
What if the thoughts that we have
are embedded distractions
—what if reflection conceals
What if the feelings engendered
are like puppeteers strings
—what if truth doesn’t dance
What if the past and tomorrow
are death to the moment
—what if it’s all just a trance
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)
Death But A Servant
Making love to the Muse
newborns fell upon the page
And we named them one by one
as we lined them up by age
Making love to the Muse
a new progeny was spawned
With death now but a servant
—and each child turned to song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)