traveling between worlds on a fulcrum

a spyglass on one end and out the other comes a mirror of me becoming you in deep hot seat. the entanglements dissolve when hammer splashes on water adapting to solid unchanging. always relent. you said to me, to dig beneath surface i found roots that was once me. no longer held to bindings tight. it's just noise. then a seat became empty when neither of us played tug of war. the ropes slipped past our hands covered with slime, ooops. fell on our asses, with rude exclamations when sitting on the fence meant a razor burn, neither of us wanted to be hammer or water. so we traveled from the first dot appearing, that north star each of us said is true, with heaven and hell oscillating in between. back and forth, the ropes once again anchored to our arms, sweat bleeding out of souls unyielding when a fulcrum swings back in an arc like wave. slams. took the wind right off my chest, maybe you heard it too - that thunder clap it sounded loud in my mind, then the spy glass broke. truly marvelous don't you think? half heaven, half hell, and all this time to decide if either is real. slammed. the vibration got into my heart, not just my mind. those roots crawled within, and from my face the first leaves appeared. changing, unchanging, masquerading - when ropes finally snapped with no fence to sit upon when the seat too got swept by the arc. what a wave. surely the flesh has felt the signal from the soul! slam again, this time it felt like drowning when it became obvious. the spyglass oscillating between me and you, that eternity apart: with a sea turned red when i started to sink for water became light. and i was never too sure later on what actually took place when the explosion in the ears rocked the safe boat. no longer present. i guess it must have drifted off, when the flesh took one look at the face unimpressed with years of toning, shaping, forging, reshaping. of what could be either me or you. but the heart does not lie. when the red sea finally found that hole to seep into. it drowned out what was left. with bits and pieces still etched on this beach, carved words in the sand. i think i wrote this yesterday before the waves took them away. and i was once you, you me. till the paths twisted, churned, the sea boil did boil when flesh finally yielded to the spirit. there. i hear it again. that song, that vibration knocking the wind off me. with the first green appearing at the bottom of a sea no longer wet. that's me. that's you. with an arc slicing through time, past regrets, past joy into fulcrums our soul hung on to.