Have our brains developed
because of our minds
Is it thought over matter,
free will to consign
Who gave us this power,
to till and to sow
All fruit thus comprised,
in our memory to know
A physicists nightmare,
their theories contrive
This question much bigger
than their formulas chide
Darwin’s evolution,
not passive but active
As change does occur,
whose affect we hold captive
Those traits we develop,
from forces unconscious
A pot that we stir,
as we ladle our promise
To wonder and hope,
to dream and to wish
Only human confined,
in our souls to subsist
These edicts we know,
from our spirits sublime
Our destinies chosen
—and fated divine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)
An Anthology Of Perception 