Death in the sky makes the birdsong
Of immortality more profound.
The players and sides in the war are,
As usual, obscure, but life, just as mysterious,
Goes on, it is up to you to choose between
The overwhelming silence or
The omnipotent propaganda.
Both offer a victory of sorts,
As long as you know how to surrender:
The dream is always better
On the other side of the real,
As the mind that loves a labyrinth
Needs to be trapped to know escape.
Either way, some faith dissolves some
Mystery, a faith in some exclusionary God.
The silver light falls on the corridor
As a guide to perfection
That finds everything perfect already,
Perfectly one in separation.
