Mixed up with Yourself

any object, if you wait long enough, gets mixed up with itself

It’s eons against eternity

In the models of the physicists—

Inevitable thermalism,

Many-body localization,

Which one wins in the longest of runs?

Inhabiting one body yourself

(This isn’t precisely true, of course,

Since the bodies making a body

Are just roughly ennumerable,

But there’s a biological sense

Of you as one-body location,

So for now, let’s run with that fiction),

You’re not sure the answer matters much.

Neither eons nor eternity

Are in your forecast, notwithstanding

The hopeful fantasies that reared you

Before their own thermalization.

You’re already so mixed up yourself.