A space shanty

https://danbensen.tumblr.com/post/161005970385/blame-my-muses-so-this-whole-conversation

I left my alter drifting

In another quantum brane

His eyes are sort of shifty

But we’re otherwise the same

If the timeline branches one way

I’m alive and he is dead

But if we go the other

Then it’s me who croaked instead

So remember when when you’re sailing

‘Pon the hyper spatial sea

If your life you would preserve

Do not trust the evil me.