The matter You created me from

I am equal to the all Your Spirits. I am from the soil, dried to be a clay, raised to feel Your whisper.

I got from You the names and meaning of everything in Universes and the Gift of Oblivion. My own limbo.

Who pushed me down, to be in thrall to your Creation? You, Father? Or is there something I missed?

 

 

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