Sometimes I get one arm free, sometimes one leg. Sometimes I even get my head unstuck but not for very long.
Cozy snug in my silk dressing gown there’s not a lot of room to move. Sometimes she comes and carries me from one latitude to another. Let no one say I am not a traveler. What a joy it is, welcoming her with my eyes wide. My arms pinned to my side. Benefactress! She built everything you see before you; all tremble at her approach. Beneath her watchful eye we prosper and are provided for. This solid transparent world she unfurls from herself, her sturdy gossamer. Delicate. Fiercely adhesive.
Only rarely does it occur to me that I am hanging in the middle of the sky.
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