The Corrupt and Pagan Marriage

If "life does not live"
then "nothing comes of nothing."
This flesh is not real
if it does not think itself,
if all it did was feel.

If those that bear us do not name us
we have no tribe, no nation.
It is from the ancestors that we hang.
Suspended until severed
never broken
never fixed,
as in need of mending--snapped twigs. From the eye of unknown knowledge and the eye of blinded light--madhouse mind, sees without eyes.

Dream strider, no one cares
how you happened here.
We are thrown together
by unspoken needs.
Your raptor mask conceals
stone gray skin.
Like us all, you are bound
by the desire of your people,
be they one or legion.

We are all sorcerors,
encircling the gods we made
of our own higher natures.
Think--and it may be so.
Loosed and a thought is no longer
yours, adopted by others wily and wild.
You drag your cloth
through the ages
head bowed low,
pulling.

The Occular One.