You are not your body. You are you, an essence that merely inhabits your flesh and blood form. Just as you can inhabit your body, you can dwell in the Nimbus Trees. It’s our gift as the Phrumer Lasandra, we are the storms personified.”
“We made like angels in the knee-deep fields,
Looking up in the stark blue sky with a mountainous halo of red petals encircling,”
I do not feel disgust looking at this,
“I stare only with blank eyes.
I need to consult this with the film over my corneas.”
I can be a nice blue sky,
Waking from a dream in twilight.