Competing infinities,
which one to choose
Existential polarities,
exchanging their views
Superpositioned,
anthropic in scope
The tradeoff endemic,
whose difference elopes
Twin parallel universes
push and then pull
Existing in quantum,
the vacuum is full
Symbiotic in concept,
his razor now sharp
As we search for their meaning
—ever lost in the dark
(Villanova University: March, 2021)
To The Last
Embattled here,
entitled there
One flag still flying,
the smoke-filled air
Horizons darken,
as blood runs free
The last man standing
—whose will to be
(Villanova University: March, 2021)
Trashed & Burned
The fire’s been out for the longest time,
there’s nothing left but ashes
A pathway scorched, escape route torched
—where light now sorely passes
(The New Room: March, 2021)
Yes-No Continuum
Alone while together,
unringing the bell
The darkness enlightened,
new silence to quell
Permissions refusal,
denial admits
The fusion of oneness
—a hit and a miss
(The New Room: March, 2021)
The Final Storm
I lay dreaming as the yardarms howl with ghosts
upon the wind,
screaming down: “Your crew is lost, it’s mutiny once more”
One voice to dare my choices strong
and shed that bitter sleep,
my past the drowning child of its dark and rocky shoals
As tears release and fall like rain the tiller
begs forgiveness,
old memories drift away in fear and sink within themselves
The time has come, as fate calls out to man the heavy sails
and chart a course into the swells
—one final storm to brave
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)