To whomever owns

 the emptiness

 

I’ll take forty acres

 if you please

 

With space and time

 locked tightly out

 

Where nothing

 —rules supreme

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Sharing space with myself

 replaying ‘what if’

 

Symbiosis conjoins

 the jazz in the riff

 

The progression regressive

 separation be damned

 

My shadow imploding

 —in a joyous ‘I Am’

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Instinct flashes

 past the speed of light

 

Intuition imploding

 Zephyrus’ delight

 

Detached from its fuel source

 tale on fire

 

The comets direction

 —reversed and inspired

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Repetition inversing,

  black hole in my head

 

In perpetual silence,

 words collapsing unread

 

Reality bending,

 rescinding the end

 

The beginning left virgin

 —repeating again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Explaining a Poem…

 poisoning the fruit

 

The meaning exploited

 —dead at the root

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

Can there be a top

 without a bottom

 

A beginning

 without an end

 

A middle

 without two flanking sides

 

Reality

 without pretend

 

Can you stop

 what’s never started

 

Can you die

 before you live

 

Can you see the truth

 without the lie

 

Can you change

 —what’s never been

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Truth lies beyond computation,

 perception aware of itself

 

Its ability beyond the last measure

 —of all theory and data unfelt

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

If lights great speed

 is but a myth

 

And darkness not empty

 as it seems

 

What’s true then false,

 what’s false conscripts

 

Our need to know

 —a cursed dream

 

Has discovery

 made us better

 

Have our souls

 or spirits changed

 

As logic brags

 with ethics blurred

 

To win

 —a losing game

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019) 

Listen your way out of the problem,

 when language goes awry

 

Each word that’s heard, a fuse unlit,

 whose primer never lies

 

To think the pieces wholly,

 as new structure comes in view

 

With time and space in servitude

 —your voice explodes anew

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

Poetry,

 a reconciliation of opposites

 —awakening the dream

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)