All Roads Lead To Spinoza
Not in command of what happens next,
only in how we react
The world gets to pitch and we get to catch,
in hope that our strikes are intact
No matter how hard we struggle
and fight for a sense of control
Reality looms till fatality dooms
—eternity taking its toll
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020)
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