I pointed my nose into the wind,
my eyes along the skyline
Waiting for a signal,
the past to throw a bone
I placed my ear unto the ground,
listening for redemption
Tasting all the empty years,
bereft of touch—alone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)
Breaking Through
An unbridled affection for writing,
an unfettered attempt at the truth
An unbending rebut of excuses
—a Sage lost in the promise of youth
(Dreamsleep: March, 2017)
The Pigeon's Hole
Science lays the trap,
enlightenment the bait
Tempting with its lies
—eternity a date
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Albert's Folly
Particles in the void,
memories in the stream
Lovers in the mist
—time caught inbetween
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Grains Of Time
A gold mine under a closed saloon,
empty bottle on the bar
While we wait and while we hope,
old memories travel far
Its sidewalks float with the summer rain,
nuggets rising through the sand
What was once will be again
—each grain of time at hand
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
The Numbers Fail
In Newtonian Mechanics,
the future is the past
What lags behind, what sits ahead,
the Jester only laughs
A one for one relation,
its truth in bas-relief
The numbers hail, the numbers fail
—empirical deceit
(Villanova University: January, 2020)
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- Published: January 21st, 2020 09:21
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