If we are all
copies
if more ideal
forms of ourselves
reside somewhere
in the universe
then shouldn't
one's disappearance
engender
a chain
of absolute longing
the rupture
a bereavement
felt all the way
down
If we are all
copies
if more ideal
forms of ourselves
reside somewhere
in the universe
then shouldn't
one's disappearance
engender
a chain
of absolute longing
the rupture
a bereavement
felt all the way
down