#identical
Monday, once,
Spring of 1970,
you were unborn, odds are…
but I was by then a veteran, alive,
and influenced by my trial experience,
with the animating influence that's justice.
She so poetically correct in balance, blind
for good reason… the heart of man, is wicked,
twisted into wicking threads through thorough
ghucking unneccessary roughness, as we untwist,
in the flame, at the tip of the wick, as we simmer
with an anticipatory experience that counts, for reals,
imagine dying, but dying for reals, experience matters,
as facts fail to express the odds in reality at all, as just us.
Imagine not dying, after that, it's easy, just live. Be kind,
nothing we die for cares if we don't. So live, its hard,
but worlds more interesting when we consider sides
- sidereal expanses past the Hubble deep hole -
so far beyond our conceptual capacity to hold true,
self-evidently forcing life to feel too heavy to hold wrong.
for very long, five minutes every other day, think all wrong,
then right, on sight, will make a body smile, and feel
a slight dopaminergic rush… and a long deep sigh.
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 10:56 PM UTC
Here goes the story,
a parallel sitting along
it is just identical
there we go,
witness it happen
but it is just so action
in different retrospection
with varying intention
all I think about is
this in recursion
If I could just
change the friction
what could it have been
there is no comparison.
Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 5:48 AM UTC
Once, i created a clone of myself.
identical down to the very last atom.
a month later, i killed it-
I could not take it.
it was just like me-
only happier,better than me
and of course you liked it more.
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 6:00 PM UTC
Those without a mind,
could harm you,
Those with a mind,
would do so too,
eventually.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 7:21 PM UTC
There are many amino acids
But not nearly as many as there are
people
But,
like us,
humans
They are identical except for one key part
that makes them
intrinsically
completely
unique
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 9:26 PM UTC
Drifting in the folds of a spark you come
as a splash of cold water
in my face. Appears, I underestimated,
how hot those feelings race.
Have I been walking on a path without alarm,
while the forest descends on me?
Do my toes point me to a smile,
peace can never see?
What is this that springs from every breath I take,
as a spark ignites a flame?
Why do I see it shaking hands,
in shades of red the same?
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC
Indentical Twins:
They have the same face,
But different souls.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC