Something More

I’ve crawled through the logic, but where’s the trap door The one to escape through, where there’s something more I’ve labored with reason, my notes here to show Its path ever narrow, restricting the flow Epistemological gods of my youth Now dust covered relics and long in the tooth The ethical paradigm, sainted deceit Whose judgment is final, yet hard to believe Dichotomy calling, last road to go down Until love’s dialectic —turns me around (Villanova University: September, 2020)