There’s nothing objective about spirit,
in that lies its strength and its truth
Unable to measure, only to feel,
its critics profane and uncouth
Science declares it the enemy,
its formulas explaining away
Why love has no bearing and within it we’re lost
—God’s execution unstayed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020)
Last Stop
Traipsing off to the cave
with my feelings and thoughts
A Hermit I’ll be,
my last battle now fought
Alone with my memories,
together indwelt
Eternity reckoned
—transcending myself
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)