A New Hand

Is mathematics a pre-school for searchers, quantum physics grades two through four Is what we now hold as absolute truth, just a stairway to something much more Are the numbers and letters so basic, like the oils in Leonardo’s paint Is time itself an illusion, there to conjure and proffer restraint But does music call out a new greeting, as it flows past the thoughts in our mind Is the act of our own recreating, a new portal for what’s yet to find And then will we ever relinquish, YES or NO, the GOOD and the BAD As the DNA of existence —to those willing extends a new hand (Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)