Our Spitting Image

A Poem by itsnotnatural

comes after Safe?

A ladder reaches down
To a hallway

Two ways to go

To power down
The source
That separates
The universes
From each other

Described as
A million dancing fingertips
They dispatch The Creator
A ghost of shapes

The other way
Is the gateway to everywhere
Mirrors line the walls
A way to countless places
Ad Infinitum

A ways of escape
With almost no
Hope of being caught

The Warriors of Assent
Look at what they've become
Obsessed with their mission
Of bringing Free Will