This poem is an origin story for mortality…
Free Will
In the prequel to life
That staging ground
Fore a lonely planet
There seamed to be
What peered to be
An endless lyin’ stretching
As wend round blind coroners
Ending with a singular booth
To be souled
Presented
With the ability to ax
A single question
In formed by a lone sign
“Free wills”
To witch every body
Answered “YES”
The grand commencement
Of a mortality play
And the berth
Of life mine
