Lost Liberty

I am as you are me (she says sitting down)
But are you not me (he asks questioningly)
Ah child you have not been me since your departrure from thy mother's womb (the father chimes in)
But haven't I seen you before...you seem familiar to me? (She looks inquisitively at him with a pensive certainty that he is the one)
Is it not your own reflection my dear that is familiar to thee and not me at all for perhaps I am a separate entity entirely (he hubrisly remarks on the cleverness of his retort)
Hush now children let me reveal who you are to me (he interjects dotingly)
You are as my wife was to me do you not remember such a frogone time...how could you I suppose it was long ago before any could know such a thing as self before a wealth of health was disseminated across the void of existence as a distinctly unique entity but none of that matters now for she needs me not as self anymore
Oh father not this tail again you do so ramble on it makes us cross (her scathing enditment piercing deep into her father's ear yet rendering no injury as her words never could for even their odor in wickedest form still were an essence so sweet that met his countenance without hesitance)
Precious dear do indulge me here to linger a moment as memories of your mother draw near or I fear our stories will again turn fowl and rather queer for once we were in choir without division but alas a conversation amongst us language has dissected and where once was sovereign reverence effigies of ignorance have erected and from  these guiles you have I protected
What about me father? (he exclaims indignantly)
You have been rescued from such extensive tragedy if it were to befall you at once none could forge a wall that would render such bitter gall for it would consume us all surely thus in course we would be entombed in faults of failure with such guilt and bitterness a shackle freedom itself would seem to us for our misery would be our only friend and a faithful companion in death would flee from us however intently we seek her faitful membership in our existence for the relief of annihilation would escape us like the fleeing fog at daylights touch that burns off as if to free us from sins rut but you my child are the Spiritual slut lest you flee and pray without delay remind you forgiven as you are it is memories you lack and for that enjoy the slack as your sister has intact an essence she is unable to redact lest I allow her to retract a tail that does ex a solidarity foreign to thee and so it is this that attract her without hesistance in seeing everything regardless of being unclean
Father how doth thou speak of such things! (She exclaims with indignation)
Oh sister you surely are mistaken for it is me he scorn indictingly be freed from anxiety for you are innocent of that which makes me unclean for yours is in observing me an act that sets from me the bonds of burden free. Please please continue seeing me for it is by thine own eyes you allow me to walk in liberty for being seen be thee  thusly sets me at ease. (He begs and pleads for her equinimity)
"You are a daughter of light." This is said... right? Yet, my sight has been burned with burdens so bright a blindness that remedies unkindess has replaced what used to be seen as mean where once pierced with sufferings pain now is opportunity for redeeming everything as an eminent glow that is here to show how little in ignorance you know. Perhaps this is all you can do is to go where tempestous winds of blustering breezes blow learning to grow as seeds who at the mercy of the sowers throw know little from their furrow besides a provision of dew that trickles slow fertilizing you with a view that sees through a perspective that is true. (She posits inquisitively)