The virtue of sacrifice may be snubbed by fame and fortune
like futile engravings on an ever-moving sand dune
Does this get the selfless soul flattened out and cut?
Or cracked open and spilled out like a nut?
This tragedy can only shatter glass not steel
For a fragrance is eternal even if seemingly surreal
Even as there is so much conspiracy against the truth
They may have hijacked God, but can they have hijacked his good?
I can place a submissive pillow under my head
But it is not just temporary dreams to which it is wed
A timeless space has encumbered my aspirations
As if patience is my only sought-after destination
Yet I linger at the crossroads of all my disparate loves
and I walk back and forth in restless resilience
That either and all of these paths are not mine to take
A heartless choice will never be mine to make
My sense of belonging is astute, only proves fickle
to grim reapers who want me to fall into prison from the pickle
And all these confounding doors are just an illusory mist
For an invisible wormhole is appearing out of the ever-present space rock and dust
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