Would I choose those lies?: A poem 

I stood in a twilight zone 

with the light forming on the horizon 

and I decided I had my own route to take. 

There were many gates, some of gold, 

some of silver, some bronze, some iron, 

and some of other alloys and metals. 

I was out of whistle, but certainly not out of breath, 

even with the perspiration and the pain I felt 

I thought of my hospice, like a resplendent repose; 

that love answers only when it sure knows 

So, I shut my eyes and felt the dream! 

All those shifty wizards and their propositions! 

To them, I did not kneel, I did not aver; but I silently swore 

To all their insistence, was my persistence 

Then, I saw each gate turn to plate, 

turn to awning, in my senses dawning, 

fall to the floor like serpents and sea creatures spitting poison 

and causing the most vacuous deluge I ever saw 

This in my Godly eye, this where they all lie! 

And in my aloofness, I was free from all of them,  

above even the sky!