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?