Horizon's curtain rises
for the benders seeking nature bent.
The soul is engorged in discovering
of desires become defunct
in the quantum abacus.
Is it nobler to slay untrue than to pursue?
To what must we submit
but for hollow holiness;
a prison, a puzzle,
walls and a window,
a masterpiece to one but none to all?
Liberty lies in death or Truth,
choosing one is to fly from another.
But the dream is stolen in the awakening,
the curtain call.