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£^†»^,,,,, The Feral Dream          »»»»# »»»»# »»# ,,,,,^»†^£
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»^,,,,,,,, † Event: Ingestion Of Three Hundred    † ,,,,,,,,^»
^,,,,,,,,, † And Sixty Micrograms Of Selatenine   † ,,,,,,,,,^
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,,,,,,,,,,     A Gentle Transformation Occurs.      ,,,,,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,,,,   First, Just An Isolated Prick In The   ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,,  Fingers, Which Could Be Nothing. Except ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,,   There Is A Tension That Wasn'T There   ,,,,,,,,,,
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†»^,,,,,,,    Joy As A Television Static Spreads    ,,,,,,,^»†
^†»^,,,,,,  Slowly Up The Arms. (Old Limbs Falling  ,,,,,,^»†^
£^†»^,,,,,        Asleep For The Last Time.)        ,,,,,^»†^£
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#££^†»^,,,  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.          ,,,,^»†^££
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^†»^,,,,,,  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.       ,,,,,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,,,,     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.                ,,,,,,,,,,
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»^,,,,,,,,  Escaping Through The Glassless Window.  ,,,,,,,,^»
†»^,,,,,,,      Outside, The World Is Waiting.      ,,,,,,,^»†
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