Within the depths of all I fear,
a voice holds me at bay
And clears a path, my soul to roam,
to stumble on its way
The darkness lures, a light unshone,
new words to keep me strong
As legend steals what fact denies
—beyond all right or wrong
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August,2019)
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