Your flowing dress haunts my deepest thoughts,

A spectre of a time long gone.

The banshee of my tightened chest

Makes manifest my ultimate desires.

In a hallway, we brush up against each other,

Never recognizing each other,

Separated by the vast river Styx.

The labyrinth of my mind quivers and twists.

I ground myself to the beating drums of war -

Your army of feelings against my army of fear.

I reach my hand into a phantom's chest,

And their still-beating heart turns to a dove in my palm.

Why, why, why, why, why, oh God why?

I spiral into the maelstrom of white light,

Hearing my imagination of your panting gasps

Ringing and repeating and replaying in my head.

Transhumanism never looked so good.

As my humanity melts like the ice of your heart,

I see your smiling teeth in my final thought.

I have become more than a human and less than a man.

I started less than a man and more than human.