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
So how could we be judged by any mind
Should one evolve an ever-loving heart
Whilst other shrunk like bitter dried-out rind.
Yet sadly I can see we must be built
On necessary pangs of senseless guilt.
poem by Diane Hine
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