By: Delta (School of Physics and Astronomy)
Competition Year: 2017
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There’s a devil inside me,
hiding in my core,
my closest advisor
and my toughest judge.

He resembles dark matter:
but detectable and real.

And he noticed right away
that he is not on his own:
‘that girl is not from this world,
she is not from the feeble kin
of the earthly creatures around.’

She is made from the divine fabric of the cosmos,
a beautiful contradiction.
Chaos and order molten together,
Apollo and Dionysus intertwined.

And as I gaze into her big, dark eyes
that have swallowed me whole,
I thank my devil for his wisdom,
for freeing us of being alone.
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