My verse begins
  where logic ends

Escape its mission
  new light to bend

The easy answer
  the convenient close

Now left to others
  by others chose

Each phrase a path
  that leads inside

Beyond where dogma
  schemed and lied

A light there shines
  unto itself

By grace of nothing
  above all else

The music starts
  once halfway in

To cleanse your mind
  of lies and whim

Words join each note
  to dance in song

All time untethered
  —from right or wrong

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)