The Final Act
Is consciousness different than having a soul,
reflection unhallowed—eternity trolled
Does the magic within us begin and then end,
finite conscription—one lifetime to spend
And if unrelated, then what lies between
what we feel and we ponder—perchance then to dream
Till that final unveiling where death at last shows
the truth of the matter—that nobody knows
(Villanova University: October, 2020)
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