Is mathematics a pre-school for searchers,
quantum physics grades two through four
Is what we now hold as absolute truth,
just a stairway to something much more
Are the numbers and letters so basic,
like the oils in Leonardo’s paint
Is time itself an illusion,
there to conjure and proffer restraint
But does music call out a new greeting,
as it flows past the thoughts in our mind
Is the act of our own recreating,
a new portal for what’s yet to find
And then will we ever relinquish,
YES or NO, the GOOD and the BAD
As the DNA of existence
—to those willing extends a new hand
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)