The Oculus

The Oculus                                    3/2/2016

Have you heard

The music of the spheres

Long ago remembered

Endlessly streaming

Between the stars.

There is always more

Hidden in the veil

Especially for the blind

And the living.

Only one side

Sees the face

But the other turns away

Hidden but to God

Dark and mysterious.

Half alive

And half dead

The forgotten conscience

Frozen in place. 

The eyes in the sky

See all

Every dirty deed

Done in the dark.

Some are ours

And some are theirs

But not all

Are what they seem

To you and me.

Watching every hand

And noting every drop

Burning like acid in our eyes

Or poison in our throat.

We can have our castle

But it’s hard to close the gate

Because the banker holds the key

And owns almost everyone.

Most do not question

And most react on cue

Victims of their own emotions

And preconceived views.

Just out of view

Everything awaits

Cloaked in the sun

The dark eclipse

Red as blood. 

Now we see

And now we don’t

Wanderers without a home

Endlessly pursued.

Let the bankers gnash their teeth

And let them bemoan

The world at their feet

Counting their silver

While we bleed in the street. 

Who owns you

And who owns me

The greedy men

Of the world

Selling their souls

To be as God.