From the beginning
You were running
Searching for
The unknown
The anonymous
The subconscious
The atomic particle
A molecule that would
Capture you in full
And catapult you into
The great and vast blue
Where only far and few
Have gained entry to
However, you are not
You have not
You will not
You are rotting wood
Maggots feasting upon
Vultures destroying bone
While consuming flesh

Flesh of past
Undiluted
Virtuous
Clean
Sane

Unbeknownst
To the carves
Upon thy
Self with
Name

For slavery is
The Owner of
The name
A simple
Tool