Intersecting reality and surreality
Just a cut above our comprehension
They join limbs

Shifting
Cannot flesh out the flesh
Stretching skin
And distorted bone

Always adding more
Always trying to
Sort itself out
Into something
That resembles you and me
Made from you and me

A trillion lost souls
Screaming out
To escape
From the ever-changing
Amalgamated form
As they converge and combine
Into a new mind

Yet it is not us
We don't live
On the same planes
Of consciousness
As the flesh amalgamation
That surrounds us