An Identical Universe

Sodden in separate puddles
A head too damp to strike and a half that cannot hope to
And, as ever, where were we
When we needed us the most?

Watching the scoreboard when the goals went in,
Protesting,
Defenceless

Suspended above
Silent sea-floor,
Mutilated, separate, open-mouthed
Swallowing the serving of the tide
To regorge

Are we separate in
Mass-produced, containerised
Absolute space?
A perfect match

An identical universe shifted two miles east
Is indistinguishable,
Theoretically

© John Lowndes

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Music and poetry. #wearepatchworkrattlebag https://soundcloud.com/patchwork-rattlebag https://www.facebook.com/patchworkrattlebag https://www.facebook.com/johnlowndesmusic https://patchworkrattlebag.bandcamp.com/releases/ https://twitter.com/pwrattlebag https://twitter.com/johnmlowndes
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