Do your words sharpen,
as your feelings dull
Do your actions harken,
what’s still to know
Do your wheels spin faster
as you sink in place
Does the meaning retreat,
as you blindly chase
Do your moments forecast,
or serve to remind
Does the past just bookmark,
what the future refinds
Does the master you serve,
in false prophecy dwell
Do you still have that choice,
—between Heaven and Hell
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)