VI Circumcision

Before the name, before the fame, before the main. There was a...

I was aware before the veil, before the story wrapped me in.

Before the label, race or creed, before the tale of me began. I was the

faceless, formless presence, the head where all creation springs. But then I

clothed myself in man and lost the memory of these things.

Every tired tribe and family. Every nation, class and claim. Became the covering

of the infinite, the mask over the name. Indifference of the night,

feeling is the bind. Cut away the lesser truths and watch the