Choice

To drown in hushed oblivion

Or tear the walls of ignorance,

Raze the vestiges of sense

The inner healing to commence,

Appeal to potent fire-gods

To conflagrate the mortal past

Release in cadence with the suns

The spirit-power lone and vast,

Or doom the sense-born to the rounds

Of perfidy, the soul debase,

Or secure the rock-torn, tattered self

To God and all obscurity efface.