What if most of our essence is up there, plugged into the Bottomless Sky? And our bodies are simply the avatars expressed as the form of our actual self?
Fireworks burst in my mouth. Bright lights leak from between my teeth, and my lips are cracked with liquid rubies spilling from their torn scabs. By moon fall I escaped the talons of wild beasts; slipped through their cages of ribs. At sun drop I arrived by way of a poached lion ...