Amalgamation and changing. I saw it there. Fluctuations before my very eyes. I have known becomings like this to happen over 
        night, shifts of personhood. One becoming many. I have only ever witnessed the aftermath before. Now I stand before it. It w-
        ants to pull me in, I feel its grasping. Skin like sheets, imprints of hands reaching out. I want to tear them down and fold 
        them up and put them away, but I stand there frozen. More like a hovering-- whole body buzzing. Ears begging to explode from 
        sensitivities to the vibrations; all over me; inching me ever so slowly closer-- closer to that Something. Like a cocoon bef-
        ore me. With shapes I cannot comprehend embedded within. Around me the air grips tightly, like this world knows better for 
        me; trying hard to pull me away. But Body knows my place better than I. There awakens a primal instinct within me, Animal cl-
        awing at the seams; begging me to burst! Animal's rabid tongue salivating, dripping, at the thought of our becoming. All kno-
        ws what I do not. So I let my mind drop off completely. No more words left to fill me, but images float to the surface before 
        blurring away: Doors without connections, Hallways ever stretching, Crossroads with no street signs, that Lamppost that beaco-
        ns every night. I get lost there, my eyes no longer see outside of me; rolled back and internal. I forget my fate completely. 
        But Body feels the impact, as if being swallowed whole. I become nothing but heartbeat and warmth. I know a womb when I feel 
        one. This sudden wash of safety, I can finally let go. All wires severed. Shut down completely. Waiting for new birth.
        

"take me back," you say.