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A Losing Game

If lights great speed
  is but a myth

And darkness not empty
  as it seems

What's true then false,
  what's false conscripts

Our need to know
  -a cursed dream

Has discovery
  made us better

Have our souls
  or spirits changed

As logic brags
  with ethics blurred

To win
  -a losing game

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)  


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