[Warning: This will be cryptic. That's as it should be.]
In my dreams, the shadows descended.
They attacked me.
I asked for help, but didn’t get any.
I feared it was because he couldn’t.
Even more, I feared that he could, but didn’t.
I never considered that he could, but didn’t–and for a good reason.
For this, I give thanks and praise to Antinous.