Light Showers

Getting There the Easy Way

Moving toward the First Mover,
I phase my way;
Devoid of Dante, drawn by love.

Moving toward the First Mover,
I phrase my say;
Boggled by Aristotle, drawn by cause.

Moving toward the First Mover,
I pace my stay
In hostels of providence, drawn by choice.

On moving day
I gasp at Aquinas, beyond my grasp,
And know, will, and love what I have at hand,
With the implicit packed up all ready to go.

On moving day
I dual with Plato at his sunrise
For a pass to ideal world before the fares go up;
I have no real idea, but I'm eager to go.

On moving day
I have lost both Occam's razor and Pascal's wager.
But my bags are full of reason that reason does not know
And when the moving hearse arrives I'll go,

Moving toward the First Mover.

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