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)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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