Whose purpose I don't know

It was bound to be a horrible night.<br /><br />You see, I had begun working hard at conceptualising our separateness. Inventing my way back from the geomancy-of-two towards the alchemy-of-one. In this way, I could tolerate your bed. The frontiers were not at the level of skin, anyway, they were at the level of horizon, thought and interdiction.<br />