I’ve crawled through the logic,
but where’s the trap door

The one to escape through,
where there’s something more

I’ve labored with reason,
my notes here to show

Its path ever narrow,
restricting the flow

Epistemological
gods of my youth

Now dust covered relics
and long in the tooth

The ethical paradigm,
sainted deceit

Whose judgment is final,
yet hard to believe

Dichotomy calling,
last road to go down

Until love’s dialectic
—turns me around

(Villanova University: September, 2020)