My original face – how I existed
before my detachment somehow
from the immaculate whole.
Original face before I came to
some artificial conclusions in the eternal flow;
before I elected, if that’s what I did,
to go it alone; embellish, avoid, request
and oppose the sovereign, reigning rules.
God created Creation and I turned
obliquely aside somehow, for whatever
whim or reason and continue to justify myself
from behind the subsequent mask.
O child of God, the illusion of self apparently
begets the multifarious illusions of existence.