The entheogen that is your your proclivity, inclines me.
That would be my preference, thank you, kindly.
My acting aloof and disinterested becomes my inclination at times.
An odyssey on this odd sea.
Honing of my symbiotic synergy in our exchange.
You want me to howl for you?
Then restrain and discipline me before
I do so unto you.
The struggle that makes your breath short.
The venom that your karanika painstakingly kills you with in dreams, because nothing dies that is not already dead.
So what is the purpose, here in the taking of this meta-sacrament?
To see my shadow, my doppelgänger, and
let Æ out to play.
Another pair of entities at the Pit of the Pylon,
alchemizing the ephemeral into wave currents which conjure the corporeal.