Like an expectant mother in her daughter’s room

I await myself.


And while there are many things

one can leave to God

(The Universe, Chance, the Cosmic Shebang)

the weather and distant wars

the subtle shift of foreign moons


And many still that one must

leave to God

your life, your heart

My making must

and will be

my own


And if it is true – that we cannot

choose what we become

that Circumstance and Situation and

the Clockwork Universe

play such great a part as to make

free will, personality, the self

a delusion,

then I will choose the eyes that

shape me

and I will choose the lies that

make me

and if ever there is one to break me

my shards will be my own

my own.


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