Edvard Munch, The Woman and the Bear

"show me your face" growls subside upon revelation does your countenance veil mine? I see beyond sight and temporality still full of sorrow, though drawn in indisputably realised in your embrace no knowledge of how long I'd been adrift but right here, now, I cling to you I hold this moment with tenderness the essence of everything I crave to entrust myself to this gentle mercy reflections of purity and grace, together yet I'm unaltered, how could this be! "change me" I plead in a thousand ways "I don't wish to" you reply again and again a curse of consciousness felt as abandonment lost in the sorrow of perpetual self I yearn to drift out of focus wish to be without features oblivion rejects me, I cannot forget myself this waltz and spiral in time unequivocally bound yet offset form and substance always at odds a guilt laden mismatch of wasted lives layer by layer I seek to disappear ashamed of my self pity and flaws but forever in echoes, I was there for one second of eternity, existing in your arms