Finish me off!
This going back and forth
Across the threshold
Is driving me crazy

Empty and delicious
Then full of thought
Now inside... as "That"
Now distinguishing again

Where is the chopping block?
My neck is drawn
Like lovers
To the Union

Beloved Self
Be merciful to what's left of me

Finish the job you started
With one beautiful swinging arc of the blade

There... now rolling to the ground
A severed head
And its dreamer

What is left?
Just this...

The sun shining through
An empty mind