I didn’t ask for relief; there is belief: A poem 

Would I say the trees were free 

if grass hopped and twigs flew 

If fire woke me up from sleep 

and the heart’s blaze was my keep 

I can’t think of a dimension 

that I would accrue as new 

Every nook trembles with a look 

The universe itself shook 

My age is such, that none can gauge 

But I recollect when you, I did, engage 

And this birth of a little earth 

was only sequential in finding its worth 

The story of our love and loyalty is so prolonged 

that it weathered all that was wronged 

God could have been imprisoned 

but he oversaw every person 

So, that all the strings loosen 

taking us away from poisson 

Even when the choices are unacceptable 

Hope lies in a battlefield on the table