The freedom of whimsical man

I am my own android

My own remote

Controlling thought, desire, will

To penetrate the darkness and shatter

The glass ceilings controlling the blind

I shine through

And these paths lead me back to you



And essential

She is no girl, but omnipresent mother

Waiting, watching with ancient dismay

At her children falling down celestial stairs

She wishes greatly to reach in

But growth is more valuable

Than drops of blood

Or tears

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