Merging

I get rolled up into this dream, You see. You see, until this thought becomes a part of me. A psychic implant. An anagram. Many just think, suffering. For me it's growing. Being part of the dream. Partly but not fully. Constantly evolving. I get sown as a seed to harvest, You see. You see, until the Son, becomes a part of me. A spiritual infusion. Pictigram. Many just don't feel it. For me it's living. Being one with another. Completely dissolving. Eternally revolving. It's where I am right now.