Sailing castle ships in huge silver tubs filled to the brim with warm, steaming water.
There are tiny dancing dolphins made of iridescent, billowing bubbles, swimming in the light breeze.
Their bond is like no other, tightly stuck together, sometimes letting go, only to return a split second later.
Building and feeding off of their kin, under the surface; leeching parasites. It’s suddenly clear, survival of the fittest applies even on the outer rims of Anywhere Land.
Our castles with cloud walls keep out all the horror, as our doors made of mackerel hides truth from our eyes. We don’t see beyond our diorama of guilt, portraits of heroes, or statues of flame, into beauty, simple and fair.
Not needing coins and stamps to be loved.
We sail these tubs of silver and steam, surprised by beauty no more. Expecting so much more.
Attached to our shimmering ship is a single green-glowing rowboat, with room just for one. When opportunity strikes and the wind’s at your back, do you dare grab the Mighty Oar of Freedom and sail steaming waves to the moon?