Tomes of Twi

a curious coin flipped free and fell forever fishing forgotten wondrous waves woven wide in a wishing well. on it wandered heeding head and telling tale of a decisive certain self as written in "the tomes of twi," (tw0 t1mes as binary transcribed, preserved there once for each possible i) deep deep down in mother drowned the coin where by and by such hopeful heat grew glorious great and there where through and through rock flows into and knows each other as it's one true self. the coin once tossed now at a loss for ways as it draws near: it felt the sway it knew so clear at start was at an end. no longer flipped, but rather dripped, as the heart it did approach with glee. shuddering round and up and down it came to rest right here: and here, the tomes of twi concur, some miracle occured... for as a dot. will light a line the coin this time did rightly left decree: to be nothing more than mystery? the one true way, as some might say, was told that day upon a sphere, and there we see ourselves entwined upon a perfect mirror.