Or maybe you're just growing into some monster or angel

There're some realities that you own, that for the sake of consistency your own body will not allow, to interfere, to surface like some tip of land almost, just above, the surface of water. It lurks, you know it, in that sea of consciousness, and at times, when you are less defensive, or unrestrained, not attacking the world, in your sleep, you remember. It takes hold. It's as familiar as any understanding you've lived by, day by day. It fades--like a dream, it fades, it ends, at some point, receding into the night before when some madness took over and you were not yourself...