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The Feast

Thoughts carried to term,
  new words to instill

A message is born,
  an infant of will

Its father coarse logic,
  its mother the wind

Together they coupled,
  a marriage within

Their family heraldic,
  with pedigree firm

As libraries tremble,
  and sages relearn

All time on the table,
  last lie from the beast

This moment a knife,
  past-future the feast

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)


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