"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 - helplessly sinking.
Sister Moon, Brother Sun eclipsed one another, forgiving one another.
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?
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I didn't, did I?
You saw reflections dead then,
Perhaps, connected hands…
So beautifully Imbalanced: Am I this
world? In flooded life then away ran Death.
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.”