A Losing Game
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)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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