The New Gods

And what if the blue pill’s real,
It’s the red pill that’s the dream?

Who would not wish to find out
One could learn to fight and fly,

That the world of chores was not
As true as dream worlds in which

One was the one, the blessed one,
God in the wings, roused from sleep?

Our best trick has been to fool
Each self with a self, the self

Made flesh, the word by which all
Things are for us to bind them.