Friendly Fire and Bluish Grey Pigeon Doves

Go ahead and skip, deflate, explode my little gold lion heart.
That was 5 or more or less years in the past,
and suddenly I'm absent a corpus callosum like no other.

So I'm an egg-laying monotreme you say?
Right then, so genus, species, and spaces.

I'd put you in a pouch if I had it,
I'd merge our axons,
I'd let my heart nystagmus til the end of the day,
Saccade til the end of us.