They say that I’m one half of a whole

That when Zeus split the sapien soul

To quench the threat of humanity

He condemned me to an eternity 

Of lighting matches

Until I find my twin flame

 

Who I am is not who I can be 

Or even will be

I know there are indentations in me

That could fit a mirror soul

Except I’m hesitant,

For there’s no warmth

In a reflected flame

 

But what if I am my own twin flame? 

What if Zeus lied into a divine web

Sentencing us to spend lifetimes 

Peering into others 

to look for ourselves 

Believing that we may burn brighter 

 

When he knows all too well that

Splitting a flame won’t diminish it

 

If I am my own twin flame,

If I can indeed burn bright enough for two 

If Zeus was only threatened by our desire

To consume and devour and grow 

so sacrilegiously resplendent

That he tried to reroute our carnage 

To finding more of the same violence 

Rather than indulging our quest 

for such pyrolytic metamorphosis

So that we may never truly know 

The eudaimonia

Of illuminating ourselves entirely 

 

And if I am right,

If my soul was never really split

To produce a divine replicate, 

Does that mean I’m absolute, 

Or just alone?