He lent me a universe with all the trimmings
A planet so beautiful and messy
I could spend forever exploring it.
He lent me ashes and dust to live in
Organized into brilliant chaotic order
By laws he called into being.
He lent me his spirit
While giving me gifts and free will
And his ear when my choices went astray.
He lent me his word
When I could not make sense
Of any of these tenancies.
The note has come due,
Although his terms require no payment.
I serve him all the same,
His universe, ashes, and spirit shall be returned in time.
And I intend to pay with interest.


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