Nature

What web do we weave?
Is this some sacred dance of carnal pleasure?
Are we obeying the true laws of nature
and performing the ancient rites,
giving over to the obedience of something
far greater than anything we can create?
I could fight and struggle to be free
of all which nature says I am,
but I see there only pain
which would tear me apart and send me reeling
into the blackest pits of hell.
To what should I submit?
And can submission make me free?
Is it then, in truth,
nature which makes me dance
in this exotic ballet
of slavery and mastery?
Is it nature which makes me what I am?
Nature drives me,
commands me,
and I am slave.
I cannot disobey.

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