Making sense of it all…
our grandest myth
Wisdom born of age,
bleeding youth's betrayal
Questions dry unvarnished,
cold naked in the night
Darker darks reface the cliff,
all edges sharper cut
Two images, clearer than before,
preying in deadly contrast
Wonder imprisoning the day
—fear stalking the night
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2017)
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