A Conflict Sure
As a walker,
I like pavement
As a traveler,
open space
As a thinker,
I prefer logic
As a mystic,
only grace
A conflict sure,
all age foretells
My soul,
this state decries
The answer dearest
to the one
To the other
—always lies
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
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