One into Two, Me that is You

Let it flow, let it become nothing at all
Like a trillion tiny spheres composing a single ball
Then plunge the dyke into its path
The representation of your wrath

Who can hear your star reaching cry?
Despite all the swears, curses, and filth you try
It ripples and cracks the air of our minds
Slowly manipulating the time that binds

Stretched, shaken, stressed and then broken
Our minds lay in shatters across the vast open
Look neither left nor right, up or down
Because there is no where at all, all around

Then a single form comes into view
He tips across your new flow a strewed
Eyes to his nose, nose to his lips
Curving down his chin, to his neck, past his hips

You two are the same, in every and all ways
Nothing is different, not even the eye’s lays
To know thy self is a rare thing indeed
But to find one’s self, now that is a deed