poetry: “carbon copy”

by Shannon

The same carbon in your flesh
creates the stars, and me.
Does that mean that we are
one with the universe?
How, then, am I in any way
unnatural? The third law
of thermodynamics states that
when everything else is lost
you and I break even,
but the second law says that
in the real world, we never can.
There is no formula to calculate
everything lost between us.
There is no science to your hate,
and there is no logic behind the
fact that despite our kinship
on a molecular level,
you and I will never be the same.