I once dreamt I was in the middle of a circle of people. It was a large circle of meshed limbs but each time I held out my arms to one, they pushed me back.I stood in the center, growing colder and colder, realizing that I was being deprived of light and air; tossed back and forth, I began to crumple up, lose my breath and shape.

My ribs pulled open like the casing of a soft shelled crab and I am now looking, dazed, into the center of my body. Beneath my ribs is a white meat, frothing forth, and my soul crumbles yellow and dry to the floor. I try to close my ribs with my hands but my arms burst at the seams; strangely enough, I am humiliated, not terrified.

Their hatred of me is immense: I am being steamed, to be eaten whole or boiled, like an egg.

Wait, I say, wait. The body has its own trick. Step back.

If you crack the egg yourself, you will only get the raw yolk, the clear slime of white. But if you wait, I can show you something never before seen: the slime miraculously constructs itself into a creature of muscle and bone, wings. Then the body cracks open and we have myriad souls, odd brilliant birds ceaselessly flying because they have no feet.

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