We do not belong to ourselves, and never did

Bodies are made from the dust of some forgotten star

Long since counted missing in Heaven

Our mind belongs to the scholars or the heretics

That we follow, every thought a token of their presence

Hearts are not kept in their ribbed cages

They are torn and pieces given away to mend other holes

The blood in our veins came from those

Who bore us, and theirs from the same narrow line

We do not belong to ourselves

The world is not ours either

We belong to the universe, and always have