My original face, a returning implied
rather than a finale to my end-all, be-all;
to how I originally existed
before my extrication somehow
from the one immaculate holy whole.
Original face before I reached some certain
artificial conclusions in the eternal flow;
before I elected and enacted,
if that's what I did, to go it alone;
embellish, avoid, request, oppose
the sovereign, reigning rules.
God created Creation and I
turned obliquely aside somehow,
for whatever whim or reason
and continue to currently justify myself
from behind the subsequent mask.
O child of God, the illusion of self apparently
begets the multifarious illusions of existence.