Beloved doppelganger, do you know/
That I can sense you on a cellular level?
I feel time moving ahead of herself
In me for you, like migrating/
Into realms of maple syrup
Traveling down old anarchy
Risen from the power-elite of humanity!
I’ve don’t have mouse-stories for a broken world
There is a whole ghoulish sub-category
About how I feel about this world/
I was born in it, slept here, loved here
A pencil listening in my fingers
Dreading waking up to the sound of a world/
Where you didn’t exist, or in which
We would never meet, Divinity nibbled pizza in me
Like whispers of poem you wrote, in my ears/
I’d wake up to check on you, a virtual signature
I couldn’t refute, I couldn’t refuse
Beloved doppelganger, you come from the future/
To tease me, allowing me to push my face
Deeper into the pillow, than I have ever been
Between the strangers, and the self/
There exists a plasticity, with knees to my chest
I muse upon this, the quantum knife of your love-hate
I feel it slip between my digital ribs/
Like fireworks on a long lingering display
Of what an ode might be, and what night can do
To the desperation trapped in poetic impotence/
Like Roman candles inside of pumpkins on Halloween
I feel the Eve of something Great in you
Like the last day of school, or the last words/
Of the surgeon, on the day you were meant to die.
Wuji Seshat 