I came out of my skin, still in
I greeted the stage of where you begin
And absorbed it.
I touched you, or you touched me
And there seems to be Feeling,
A euphoric blanket.
My sight extends through my ears, which we call sound-
And happiness dives through misery
Is there a place where I am not me and is there a place where I am?
This is a giant snakehole of Isness and we wave at each other across the dark.