Halved over and over,
I can’t be obliterated
as my atoms keep splitting
and reproducing-
which I almost understand
(even while it gives me a headache,
I can picture my body’s renewal).I’m not sure where
memories are carried
or how spirit can be explained
with blood terminology
or atmospheric equilibrium.
Would you take half of me tomorrow?
I can’t vouch
for three dimensions
when I feel I’m spilling over
into a fourth or fifth.
The Word Rummager 
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