For Something More

I’ve crawled through the logic,

but where’s the trap door

 

The one to escape through,

where there’s something more

 

I’ve labored with reason,

my notes here to show

 

Its path ever narrow,

restricting the flow

 

Epistemological

gods of my youth

 

Now dust covered relics

and long in the tooth

 

The ethical paradigm,

sainted deceit

 

Whose judgment is final,

yet hard to believe

 

Dichotomy calling,

 last road to go down

 

Until love’s dialectic

—turns me around

 

(Villanova University: September, 2020)

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