If there’s a universe with a copy of me wandering
it and calling an unfamiliar name and
looking up to a sky only faintly blue and lacking
its response, I don’t want it,
I don’t want it, for it’s your name I’d be
calling, and I don’t want a universe
where your name is one I couldn’t place
I would break it, I swear, a world like that;
I would tear its very foundations and damn its fate because
an infinity of space without you is an abomination, a void.
“We’re trouble, all right,” says the Chaos-Man as he chips at the door with implements “And I guess that makes us help,” his Lawful equivalent puts in while watching and doing nothing.
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