'All The King's Horses'
Logic destroys the natural state,
as order rules the day
To tag and label, weigh and chart,
reality at bay
A poet in the truest sense,
I fall outside the lines
Entropic freedom calling me
—to all that I might find
(Rosemont College: August, 2020)
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