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
