You need to calm the fuck down
	vicarious one
	oh how furious you must be
	at this dark child
	not of your mind, your shape, your skin, your world
	but of your loins
	aspects uncontrollable
	yet never permissible
	anger and crimson seething beneath your jaundiced skin
	to enfold this form you cannot mold
	...
	Yet you can hold her. Oh yes...
	and you do
	fixed within your adept grasp
	to stand for a loss which spilled from less experienced fingers. Long ago
	like water
	or blood.
	...
	Congratulations, strong Menelaos
	or should I say Cronus?
	Swallowing the strangled soul you have produced
	vampiric love and acidic placenta
	bleeding the formless fetus you pinned your dreams upon.