The membrane between you and I
Grows thin enough to pierce
My thrashing head has
Worn it smooth
The ridges of my brow
Lacerating streaks of light
Insight ending suffocation
I am becoming
And on the day of birth
When you will come for me
And we return as one
This agonizing process
Will leave an empty shell of dust
I will not miss it or account it much
After love and I unite
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