Dream Logic on Liberality
Here I am lain on a golden plinth. This is a dream. This is an invocation. May my body be a vessel, relieved of mind and will. May my mind wander through unreality believing many things both true and false. May I be suggestible. May I be taken with you, and you, and you, and by you in reality. There is value in vulnerability. If I lose myself, I will have more to give. I am confounded by this logic when I am awake. You are full of blood, but I am not ravenous and I do not lose control.