proffered

that or this?
sharp-edged,
and shaped like
a puzzle, the prism
asks us to decide
the future—which
of the ways
of being will we
choose?—one
after the other,
each says “pick me”—

this one holds
the sun, this one
resembles the sea—
each has its own
temptations—but
is every portal,
any portal, ever
really open?—
what will we be
given, what
will be taken
away by time?—

all of it
deception, only
a mirror image
meant to be
played with,

proffered

disassembled,
reembodied—
light filtered
through days
incorporeal
and undefined