In summary. Me.
Sawn in half Gem
ini. Yin
and Yang.
Shot through
black hole baz
ookas. Butt
ends of
the uni
verse.
At death
defying
speed.
Can’t die.
If don’t exist.
Balled up sawn
halves blown in
to each
other ex
plode un
explode.
Into anti. No
trace of either
twin. Even if
all the galaxies
get scraped.
Clean. No sub
stance, says
Forensics.
I was.
And then
I wasn’t.
