Truth Flowing Free

September 27, 2019

Wrestling with time,

an illusion supreme

Its trinity empiric,

three masks to deceive

Past, future, and present,

our dreams undefined

Outside of their stricture,

new presence unrhymed

Rejecting convention,

short sighted and slight

Imprisoning our vision,

with capture and fright

In seizing this instant,

its moment sublime

All truth flowing freely

—unfrozen in time

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)

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