What’s it like? Like nothing else.
I’m liquid, and by the way I am we, not me.
Not gotten use to it yet.
It’s kinda like I’m my own blood stream
–or, I mean we are. Life is everywhere,
and alive. We were like bumps, sticking
out of the stew. Now we are
interchangeable, if that makes any sense.
Shut your eyes and feel the force field?
We are it.
