"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 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."