Destiny Marked

The wandering Poet,

so wild—so free

 

With each mile walked,

a new reverie

 

Eight Muses to guide him,

his steps fall in line

 

Their prophecy calling,

their message sublime

 

The wandering Poet

won’t stop till he’s done

 

All motion incessant,

all verse zero-sum

 

His trail can be seen

by those willing to climb

 

Their destiny’s marked

—their pasts left behind

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

 

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