My dreams are majestic, magnificent and outlandish.
They roar at the world like a lion, tearing apart the rotten fabric of existence;
crushing, pounding, destroying savagely, leaving only what is good, to rebuild in a better image.
Desire howls insanely, like a wolf at the moon.
Logic soothes and explains a civilised path through the chaos while the man stammers, incoherent with rage and passion.
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