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)