I see
Your potential

And in it
The infinite stretch
Of ageless matter
Rising and falling
Through time
Like the deepening breaths
Of a priming supernova---

Is your bubbling canvas

The impending chaos, your molecular medium

Meanwhile...

Doppelgängers reside
In the wrinkles of your free will
Just outside the horizon

Inconceivable

They flourish there and
Attempt to overshadow
Your creation with their failure

They dip into your insecurities
And fling them out beyond their worlds

Desperate

To drench yours
To bridge the gap
To drown your will

They stand above you
Waiting
For you to believe
In them
To make them
Real

But I've seen
Your potential

And in it
You are beautiful
Or nonexistent

Either way
It's your move