I both lost my inheritance and
Gained it unjustly.
I both stole the blessing from the firstborn and am the firstborn who squandered his blessing in consumption.
The blessing of eternity, vomited from the father, lands squarely on the thief; the blessing unable to return; unable to flow back inside the father who spake it.
And the squanderer rages in his emptiness and circumnavigates his lostness never straying far from yesterday.
And the thief steals away with his blessing, cursed to never go home. For a thief is always a thief until he is not.