Finally, we spoke of the nature of existence
While we lay in bed, sitting up right
I looked at you with the type of reflection
One could but only presumably perceive  
To be
A fun house mirror demeanor;
All distorted with elongated features, we
Are one in the same universal happenings
Tonight

But never the less, the image shining back
Is you

No prejudice has been bestowed on you
I will not assume that your words are meant for conflict
Or that any questions you have - for the sake of argument
Respectfully so, I do not intend to ever judge, or deny
Your emotional or logical self portrayals    


The illusion of separation, the self, this idea of identity
It has rotted open-communication at her core

This round the decision is clear
By riding to the top of the crest
Much of the garbage keeping me afloat has sunk
And now, at this height I have fully,
A three hundred sixty degree view
At the next crest, there, in front of me
There's an interesting new looking pile
Totally enough strength and energy to swim over, too

"We do, we have the same core perceptions at our marrow." I exclaimed, pouching my hands up ahead of my brow line, and then in a circle with my right hand swirling about. " And then, there is all of this. Uncharted territory, at this level. If I am in creation, akin to 'it', then why am I doing this, whats the point?"

I knew how I felt about the subject
But I just needed a witness
She was so close, and I so enveloped in topic
At one point I couldn't tell the difference
Between me, her, or anything in the room

I'll leave it at that...