Golden Finale

Choice,

they assure me,

I have,

I had.

I consume myself,

disassembling 

fragments 

of my 

younger

original.

Wanderlust,

I found her

sifting through 

infinite dust,

to find 

me.

And we,

see

there was never this 

preposterous 

idyllic

choice

they said

they’d 

allow.

But secretly,

they tied

us 

with twine,

swiveling,

weaving,

leading

us

to our golden

finale.

They tempted

us,

enabled 

trickery,

and we

followed

unquestioning.

And in the end,

we learned

we never had a choice

at all.