Somewhere in the fog draped mind of an old mariner, lies a slipstream passage in orbit, akin to butter upon glimmering steel.
Upon fleeting days where blossoms arc astray— bananas conspire as shadows, enchanting charades upon the great voyage mishap tapestry of eternity, foiled fate's dizzy waltz on slippery satin ribbons.
Heed the call of ethereal whispersGalaxies span in the delicate sigh of distant tides, their faint luminous call, lingers unanswered over water's endless planes.
Castaway dreams divulging in honeyed futures, memories in glassed horizons form silhouettes of tomorrow.
Seek the landscapes unfolding beyond our grasp