Diane Hine

(25 July 1956)

Sonnet 1: Hypothetical

If freshly cloned, with memories intact
Unable hence to occupy one ground
Our senses would not duplicate exact
the information beaming from around.
A plentitude of photons would collide
(Read physics to explain precisely how)
And steadily our shared thoughts would divide
To render subtle change in either brow.
But over time our paths may fly apart

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