Flying through the ocean in a shoe made of leather when the sea is blue-black fathoms and the sun creeps slowly down. Searching for adventure on a rift amidst the coral where heaven is a raven perched upon that shoe of brown.
Sea-shell castles, fisher kings; blue-ridged marlin, a man-o-war sting: a universe in the bubble of a world by a star. My silent shoe sails on...breaks the twilight into dawn. Rolling waves catch sunny days over surface afar.
Ocean dances with the sky, how now the sun glides by. I dream of lion beaches and Emperors Beyond the Sea. A shadow then appears (to cast away my fears?) a shadow and I look I see the moon.
A hand before a candle; a disk afore a light; a sphere passing a star--the moon's a kite. Floating from day to dark (a breeze upon my heart) the light gapes from the moons' allegorical flight...a kite, a kite, a kite.
A kite kept on an endless string by the endless hand of an Endless--winds are coming and darkened sockets shudder with joy. An eclipse is a door into light? I must look it will free my sight. Eclispsie show the sleepers who wink at Nod.
Have you seen a door into sun? or the sun deep in a door? or a universe filled with many suns and doors? That I saw above that ocean, my leather ship in ravens motion. That is what I saw on sea-o-skyworn floor.
Sky is a door from the sea. Sun is a door from the sky. Darkness is frequently passage into a sacred light. We are doors to ourselves, patched shoes are stairs to these shelves and Santiagos' Marlin will sleep for-ever-more.