Of Separation and Fusion
There isn’t anywhere to go but forward. Squeezed enough already, comfortably numb no longer an option. There’s a clearing ahead, everybody knows. Then there isn’t. Comfortably uncomfortable is what it is.
Looping back to the source, getting as far as I ever will from it. I see others before me, closer. My special grandma, hanging still. I’m coming yet, give you my blessing. Do you want it?
The rest is up to me. Thank you. I know you didn’t mean to, but thank you. For giving me everything you were. Are you waiting for me, with a final key? I will carry through. Your essence.
With you, as you, me.
I am ready. Final extraction, from the secondary tertiary womb, the feeding line to my soul, what my eyes can see my ears can hear my heart can feel. Divine relation, top of the pyramid, the eye up above. Blue, turquoise.
You are with me, never to leave. Go, be, one. I have my ways, I will find them, I will find you, every, day.
Touché. Tears rolling, grandchild weeping. You are free. You are me.
