flight to spider island
I climbed, as fast and as paceful as pins could carry, to ride atop crownest and row by row of glinting, gleaming sapphires and emeralds, swaying, shining and foaming to the tune whistled on bright breezes swept scantly between these vast clouds and their pinprick lights between. The view from below whips the essence of saltmire into skin and bone and hulks of metal creaking and stumbling their way through this oft-used passage. The whitefeathered birds soar into heavens and beyond, but for now, race their engineered companion toward the start of time.
And out, out into this thin strip of seawater between lands; the land of all future behind and the land of all’s passed in front.
We sway, dancing to the ripple beat. Hands grip wetly, clinging to perilously perched edges; anticipating a world away. Hold tight; the ride may swim and spin away…
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