Shattered, I began to turn to the core. The swirling ease that is shedding its skin to remember me; In my deepest, I always assumed the intimate. Dawning in me gently and unaltered I can feel you, you unnamed. Inward, my beloved—are you the world? Can you touch me with your quiet?
 Me, looking through you; you, nesting in me.
 Naturally, you place your melody in the shell of my ear. Ever listening, I find myself playing the strings of your instrument that bodies my imagination.
 Come closer, my perceiver, and break the stream of my thoughts in this hollow tube pretending to be my mind. Push me. Wake me up.
Unmerge me from the weight of stone.
 How can we be separate? Peculiar to believe so - when agony is the one that has never dared to ask. I acknowledge you now, so sing me the song you’ve been sheltering all along.