Ensnared

If something isn’t true,

is it necessarily false

 

By the polarized abstraction,

are we blinded to recourse

 

In the either or equation

and the depths of zero sum

 

Is all meaning trapped forever

—inside this web we’ve spun

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020) 

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