"I am autonomous," you told Father
First immortal, but now fleeting
All creation reveals me about this said time, called death, cursed the reverse
All we bought was brokenness
That shelter of illusion
You see me see You splitting myself even
There is me, forgiving nothing, manic then depressive - hopelessly sinking
Sister Moon, Brother Sun eclipsed one another, forgiving one another
Tides receding
Death ran away then life flooded in world
This I am: Imbalanced, beautifully so
Hands connected, perhaps
Then dead reflections saw You
I did, didn't I?
I did, didn't I?
You saw reflections dead then
Perhaps, connected hands
So beautifully imbalanced: am I this world?
In flooded life then ran away Death
Receding tides
Another one forgiving, another one eclipsed, Sun Brother, Moon Sister
Sinking helplessly depressive then manic, nothing forgiving me is there even myself, splitting?
You see me see you
Illusion of shelter
That brokenness was bought, "we all reverse the cursed death called time," said this about me
Reveals creation, all fleeting, now, but immortal first
Father told you, "autonomous am I"
