One cannot be a veracious doppelganger anymore.
They do not exist.
If you look in the mirror for homologies;
You will find exact: zero.
I spoke too soon. Now,
With much horror,
My worst fears, alive!
The marvelous identical improbability,
That will never dub a name
A HISTORIC RELIC WITH DECORATED NIGHTMARE BODYPLATE PIERCING BACK.
Primus Pilus!
Replace the resemblancer.
The replica and effigy.
The cultures’ glassed chokehold persists…
No modern war fare invents
The incarnate of my devilish soul, spit.
Then out in the wavering grass,
I saw clearly it’s name.
Then sharks swam close and thought,
What I HAVE to do but do not do…
But the invocation
Just screams,
Amara,
Did I defeat you?
Have I killed you?
The pilum over the olive wreath
I had to do it twice
My carbon copy’s shimmering life.
Finally, alone, back home
With one life to show
Two stones, one dead ringer
Maybe all I got is identity theft for a life
I do not speak of copycats with small, wavering tails.
The vanity presses, patient now as I bash my head in.
Soon after my cohort efforts noticed,
Gayly, ranked to centurion, the words
DOPPELGANGER GANG appears on the walls
Back home
One last fight,
To smite with fists
Trapped in flashes of hot youth,
Wet dramatizations, spit.
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- Comment from author about the poem: When I began writing this, I was reaching out for a cultural meaning that reflected my self-worth This poem is my power unleashed in a horrific archaic fashion if you will. It began as an attempt to understand the tiny world of doppelgangers but evolved over a few days into delusions with agnosticism and how different cultures, namely the Romans, may have possibly lived their lives. The horrors are sewn in by my sinister self-reflection of being superior and more knowledgeable than my arch type (human self). In the end, the arch type wins, but never stops reliving the horror of meeting his doppelganger. I personally have denied any existence of having a doppelganger but have heard many things. The word RESEMBLANCER is a made up word of mine that is synonymous with Betrayer or traitor. :)
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The replica and effigy.
Too many cool lines here to list all but that one hit the spot w zest.
Nice write, great read in fact I read it twice. Check my latest CLICHE’ NO LONGER , maybe if you have a chance.
Thanks fir the piece.
Thank you, nice comment! I actually have a reworked version of it becuase I can never quiet make up my mind on the content it all just seems to make sense. I may upload that one too.
I will go read it nowwww
Now, I see the connection. Seems you developed the strains of strength as necessary tool to deal with issue and style to combat and you have it metaphorical presence as it developed. Admittedly my attempt though visiting some common aspects in that world bemoaned the fact a weakness shadows on the journey and yet unable to extract. An ever present threat to dilute or or dissuade the optimal focused act. Simple weakness his constant bane.
Simpatico my brother. Enjoying this !!!
Yes! i see what you mean now!
I would love for you to read my final version this Sunday 🙂
Count on it
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