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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