The stuff of dreams you are magical air and crystal smoke, blowing through the mirrors of illusion A glimpse of the past Lessons for the future, A full-course feast, including cardboard beneath You made me choke you down and handed me a glass of poison to aid the flow Patted my back and kept your claws sheathed as I swallowed the wholeness of you, dryness and all one fell swoop of coordinated attacks slit my balloon, bleeding red as I fell down and down, the seams unraveling in my parachute