Inferable, unknowable,

 all senses on fire

 

Beyond contradiction,

 sans myriad liars

 

Its vision unstated,

 true knowledge unfeigned

 

Born into our souls

 —its silence to reign

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

A hurricane of stimulation,

 a tornado of thought

 

Blowing through the vast unknowing,

 our natures to be caught

 

When doubt sits high on light’s horizon,

 storm warnings there portend

 

Whose cyclones of enlightenment

 —with hailstones shape and bend

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

The fact that God has survived

 in spite of religion

 

May be his greatest miracle

 —of all

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Memories of memories,

 illusions called the past

 

Their structure self deceptive,

 inside our minds ill cast

 

Memories of uncertainty,

 and memories still to come

 

Embedded in our consciousness

 —this moment zero sum

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Every man dies,

 but not every man lives

 

Embracing his passion

 —eternity bids

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Those most desperate among us,

 must learn to cry alone

 

Themselves regained through tears of pain

 —to mark their pathway home

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

A sudden embarrassment,

 a moment of shame

 

A lifetime remembered

  —in flashbacks of pain

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Why start at the beginning

 and not at the end

 

Why is reality nothing

 more than pretend

 

Why are most facts

 at best a mere guess

 

Your order disordered

 —logic a mess

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

Speaking through me,

 all choice undone

 

The Muse unseen

 —her voice unsung

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

If the memories in the present

 are of the past

 

And the aspirations of the present

 to the future are cast

 

Then memories aspire

 for only today

 

 The only time extant

   —and all we can say

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)