Do your words sharpen,
as your feelings dull
Do your actions harken,
what's still to cull
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 your future declines
Does the master you serve
in false prophecy dwell
Do you still have the choice
—between Heaven and Hell
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2016)
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