"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.
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?
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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.
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."
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.
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 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.
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."