The Feral Dream             
                                          
  
  Event: Ingestion Of Three Hundred     
  And Sixty Micrograms Of Selatenine    
  
                                          
     A Gentle Transformation Occurs.      
                                          
   First, Just An Isolated Prick In The   
 Fingers, Which Could Be Nothing. Except  
   There Is A Tension That Wasn'T There   
                 Before.                  
                                          
    Joy As A Television Static Spreads    
  Slowly Up The Arms. (Old Limbs Falling  
        Asleep For The Last Time.)        
                                          
   Next Is A Private Moment, And We Must  
   Look Away For A Bit. But Whatever'S    
    Happening Doesn'T Sound Unpleasant.   
   Short Breath, Moans, Bones Breaking,   
  Maybe; But These Are Raptorous Things,  
           They Are Exultations.          
                                          
  For A Split Second, The Room Is Devoid  
    Of Life. But Then, The Evening Sun    
  Finds Something New On The Floor. In A  
  Pool Of Primordial Water, A Shivering   
       Fourlegger Opens Their Eyes.       
                                          
     There Is A Second Blooming, And A    
    Third, And A Fourth. Struggling To    
   Rise, Finding The Unexpected Strength  
  Of The New Body, Falling Headfirst Into 
                New Urges.                
                                          
  Escaping Through The Glassless Window.  
      Outside, The World Is Waiting.