I ignore if we have a Lord.
All I suspect is that She made me free,
since She never stopped me from doing whatever I did.
And when I peer into the sky, it is only to check on the weather.
I guess that if it belonged to my powers
to ponder over Her existence,
She sure would be the first to touch or to seize me.
But it is air all what involves me and I know no other prison besides my body
(And yet, under slightly altered circumstances,
in some possible universe,
deprived of other guilty inquiring consciences,
I only wonder to whose use a God could serve).
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