Me and my synthesized psyche,
slowly split, slowly reconverged,

so quick to ensure the safe
connection that we need to survive,

we don’t need a lot anymore.
We’ve chosen, found, created,

accepted it, and given it
to ourselves:

We run from, we latch on,
me and this synthesized psyche.

We build, we above, we beyond. Me and my 
synthesized psyche, we repair,

we let go. We kindle, we connect. We
give up. To stay into our own.