Scribe is submersed, subaquatic.
Scribe, breath held, is swimming like a jellyfish.
Scribe, at home in the moment, coexists amicably.
Scribe hasn’t thought to surface for air.
Scribe is landless, stretched thin.
Scribe, stride full, is sprinting like a cockroach.
Scribe, with shadow-born pallor, makes ready.
Scribe will jump toward daylight.
Scribe is airborne, flying.
Scribe, wings extended, is soaring on thermals.
Scribe, eyes closed and at peace, floats higher.
Scribe knows not of descent.