Beyond His Grasp
What man can’t understand
he often chooses to believe
Where lying just beyond his grasp
all faith and dogma bleed
What man can’t understand
he follows blindly ill conceived
A void to fill as darkness hides
—a fantasy supreme
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)
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