choose to exist in the eye of a storm. close shut your eyes, as all that surrounds you spirals upwards, and speckles towards the ground. violently and then rapidly. it startles parts of you, now outside your skin.
you will learn to know them again.
although they will fit a little loosely when you next try to piece them into you.
tint your mind in reminder with the grace of black swans, elegant in a wintering lake; hold close to that image of them swirling around darkening depths. rings of water form around their feet, as they paddle while immersed.
this is how they will keep themselves afloat,
and so you too