One Choice
All who are indeed awake,
feel final straw, foundations shake~
The call is made, the last divider,
twixt truth on sleeve or shifty hider~
Forged deceptions ooze and leak,
nowhere to flee, no voice to speak~
Chained to mirror of one’s creation,
look away, recant salvation~
Adroit the ego’s seductive song,
stacked like drones in right and wrong~
Desire’s obsequious enchanting death,
robs you now of frenzied breath~
Entombed in falsity of my design~
One choice brings sleep. . . or love divine~
Copyright © Satprem 2015
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