Love of Theseus

t-> -t

if i sought to disassemble

and replace

every last piece of you

one piece at a time

at what exact point would you become

somebody else

or is it better to ask

at what point would you become

indistinguishable

from me

in a world

where every single thing

became its opposite

all things would remain

the same

but every feeling we’d declared

would become a lie