MY TWIN SELF

Internal ruler of the external. Structured in pale white fluid: The casing of the real man, Therein my living chances abide, Like the death of a seed for more. You're clearly invisibly seen in flesh, Visibly weak in strength but strong. In him faults and praise abide, But his glory given to his colleague, Believed to be up on all errands. The only serially broken factor, Fused by tendon from divine. Weak outside to be strong inward. While I join my ancestors to rest, Only this remains, which you adore.