Yet swimming into the sky
Flight of fantasy
Their glory assured
Set against their own int’rests
Willing sacrifice
War’s wretched slaughter
For lambs sent into mayhem
Fear held in dead eyes
Remains laid to ground
With white crosses row on row
Power’s martyred souls
In a complex
Of rectangle and square
Though rich with gardens
Water flowing through fountains
This space of rounded stone
Softened only by circular curves
Is the place of peace for me
These four walls
Do not a prison make
Nor is the light
Ever extinguished
Beyond the windows
The sun is bright
Inside this cell
My spirit is free
Beyond it
A promising light
I check my
Expectations
Proceed with caution
And readiness
Not all gateways
Lead to freedom
Not all sources
Light a true path
Either apparent
Or actual
Which is the better choice?
The options
Beg investigations
Which may or may not
Reveal the better choice
Apparent or actual
Should I choose
Not to decide
I still have made a choice