Perhaps I was not made in pairs!
Perhaps God is saving me for Himself!
Perhaps it is nothing but destiny,
which I could override if it was preordained!
As I let my life fade away,
the blood from my veins renders the world red,
with dreams, too fanciful but unrequited,
scattering rebel sparks around the universe!
Am I the lost city of Atlantis,
gone forever from the world of senses,
though still alive in remembrance,
in words and sparse thoughts, in sunrise and summer wind,
when Poseidon, the trident wielding god of sea,
rose up in roars from the ocean’s depth and drowned me?