Thursday, October 12, 2023

Doppelgänger Complex

It’s true 
We are dying 
To know whether 
 
We all have 
A dead-ringer out 
There somewhere, one 
 
That doesn’t know 
Who or where 
We are either, 
 
Nor whether we shall 
Ever meet, to say 
Our long-overdue hellos, 
 
Then go gently on our way, 
Richer with the knowledge 
That nothing’s impossible, 
 
Even the incredible 
Occurrence of our own 
Birth that one fateful day. 
 
 

 

3 comments:

  1. Wonderful poem, mon frere.. (There should be an accent mark over the first e in "frere" but I don't know how to obtain one so I will simply mention its absence, not very similar to the absence of a dead-ringer (is there such a person as a "live-ringer"?)).

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