Is knowledge just the memory
of what has gone before
Our current thoughts a window dress,
in search of something more
Are ideas in our DNA,
and cellular as such
Feelings lost within those thoughts,
wading through the dust
Is our soul but then a footnote
to a novel other writ
Our searching doomed to wander back
—beyond the starts and fits
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September,2020)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem