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)