Revised sonnet #372
Embodiment of me I view just now
A shell of self the smallest nesting doll
I cant escape the scope I puzzle how
The mint of me as me at scale yet whole
A doppelganger born I relish role
A lost identical twin born and biffed away
Im dime a dozen struck in public poll
In census growth I hold the ground or sway
I wait upon your resurrection day
Your pull of string to ring the surface bell
Your casket buried deep inside the clay
Ill dig you free to live in parallel
Youre beautiful yet median marked off folk
A drop dead doll invisible Im woke
Chorus folk citizens people
