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The Final Act


Is consciousness different than having a soul,

reflection unhallowed—eternity trolled

 

Does the magic within us begin and then end,

finite conscription—one lifetime to spend

 

And if unrelated, then what lies between

what we feel and we ponder—perchance then to dream

 

Till that final unveiling where death at last shows

the truth of the matter—that nobody knows

 

(Villanova University: October, 2020) 

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