As warlord of the ticking count…
time marches uncontested
Avoiding every scrutiny,
defending every lie
All seasons caught within its grasp,
each day a slave in training
Order becoming disorder again
—complexity denied
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
The Past Beyond
Trying to be present,
I gave up the master plan
Sacrificing what’s past beyond
—reclaiming who I am
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
The Formless Question
Is beauty connected,
or to a vacuum condemned
Is truth then required,
for it to enter within
Can beauty be measured,
by the heart or the mind
Can it chase, or displace, or replace
what it finds
If beauty is truth,
let all reason be shown
Why judgment and logic,
to our hearts stay unknown
As semantics untangle,
and the linguists all kneel
The question stays formless
—to astound and congeal
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)