Etherial Presence

I watch the surface of this endless river in which I'm 
plunged to my waist.
Through its body the world observes the contrasts of her 
face.
I ban to sip from the water.
It's clear and cold like the celestial part.
I see the reflexion of my upper half from above.
The other half with the hind limbs, the gonads, the 
buttocks and the split between them doesn't exist anymore;
but does it means I'm less complete now?
Now I have twice my hands, twice the two cerebral 
hemispheres.
With this atypical structure of mine - two halves meaning 
more than the whole -
I estrange myself from any breathing creature.
I vanish like rolls of smoke to the sky, but for me there 
is no more sky.
I'm prepared for the final challenge, which will drive me 
to the gates of an magnificent citadel.
By then, I'll leave behind past, prich, hopes and pain.