From a great and terrible fall, a leap through insubstantial air, grasping but touching nothing, an ocean breaks frenzied descent.
Calm coolness envelops. Moving limbs propel body through quiet substance with constant contact, reminding flesh of its aqueous, internal nature. A water-dweller all long, mistaker of arms for wings swims in graceful acrobatics through diffuse, marbled light. Quiet dominates. Vastness satiates, yields, encompasses form made to revel in depths far away from harsh, changeable, brightness of day, earth, and air. Below exists invulnerable to such surface whims; in constance and secret, treasures lie for a suited one to navigate, undisturbed, save for the undulating swish of weighty, watery cloak. Float slow, carried - water makes a body buoyant, suspended, darkly illuminated. Ocean and occupant justify the other, righted, found in slow dynamism and restful ease.
