In ethereal veils the heavens dress, Shapeshifter of the sky's caress. A wizard's breath in the azure sea, Whispers of rain and prophecy.

Some of us sit atop icebergs Some of us hold all your trash Some of us lean til we topple Some of us are paid in cash

a slippery cylinder in the deep blue, likely not the biggest fear for me or for you, though with its high voltages it likely should be, as it's capable of killing with electricity.

I carry my home and move real slow, leaving a slimy trail wherever I go.

I love a soft, wet, soggy bottom. Getting caught up in perilous conditions. Gigitty.