From life's final dissertation,
logic must be barred
A blueprint of our limitations,
its legions burned and scarred
In that last final closing moment,
transcendence kindled bright
The strictures of its failed excuse
—left victim to the night
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2019)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its legions are burnt. From life's final dissertation, we have to learn many things. This is a brilliant poem amazingly penned.10
Thank you, I'm honored by your comments. Kurt