Do we worship a concept
we cannot define

Do we dig for a treasure
that we’ll never find

Is the belief that it’s there,
enough to forge on

In perpetual failure,
no words to our song

Do we feel we’re the closest
when the bottom falls out

To be left further back,
and then bandied about

Does it even exist,
is it worth all the pain

The searching and fighting,
and what’s there to gain

Enduring the hardship
its pilgrimage holds

Because life without truth,
all body—no soul

To die unenlightened
and scarred from the search

Still a legacy worthy
—in veracity’s church

(Augustinian Cemetery: September, 2020)