Were you at one with yourself
while writing it
Did the beginning
have an end
Did each word describe,
or then inflame
What light
can only bend
Did you gag
on meaning bundled
Were you trapped
behind its door
Were you—are you
self-professed
Does truth still ask
for more
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2019)
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