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)

 

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