- Vol. 04
- Chapter 03
FlimsySubstance made flimsy
Whipped by the winds of fate
Crinkled, creased and ripped
Barely there but here
All against a backdrop solid as the sky
Untouchable but beckoning fingers that would dare
Can flimsy me be clinging still to true unchanging blue?
Can wind-whipped ether be stitched somehow to immovable Spirit?
Say yes from beyond the blue