If you cut it up in pieces,
  will you miss the whole unseen

Its DNA in tatters,
and soul now left the scene

In your search for understanding
do your eyes burn hot and fry

From visions tightly woven,
—whose knots you must untie

When your world is brought to rubble,
  with its remnants cast about

Will you try to re-inflate balloons,
  whose air has long blown out

But tomorrow there’s a sunrise,
  and the next day after that

With not one question you need ask,
  to bring the daylight back

And once you learn this secret,
  now at rest upon your nose

Your mind will free with spirit joined,
—their love to recompose

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)