Upon a rigid ship of bone and bristle, we sailed beyond shores unexplored.
Awoken by whispered echoes, the ancient Galileo danced upon waves of forgotten prose.
Star maps strewn carelessly cup over vanity, reflecting subdued lamentations of the sky.
Through mosaic horizons, truth skitters like moonlit sand, grains slipping eternally away.
Listen, for no sailor spoke of the ochre dream, where symphonies were sung in the key of silence.