Life on Earth

All people choose the truth they will ignore.

We might not know the difference, but not one

of us has held the “perfect” truth before,

“The First of Truths,” “Creator of the Sun,”

that dogged us, in our ignorance, to know.

I chose a world of gods born of the Earth.

Perhaps it’s not a choice, the way Earth glows

in tactile shades of purple warmth and mirth

when feline-headed gods resembling you

take heaven’s politics within their paws,

subdue The Beast, hit Jesus with a shoe,

and snatch me out from Mammon’s smacking jaws.

Life is a dream up to the dream to make.

If you exist, I choose not to awake.