WINDLASS MARINER
My most stark designation is as a
carrier of good intention; fond for
items on a scale of benefit far
beyond the human scope. I twirl
planets and end up on a moon.
The dolphins are jumping their
watery edges while myriads of
those topside humans gawk and
gasp. Leaving little, of course, but
gasping at wonder nonetheless.
'Do chips and salads go with
whales and dolphins, or do I
clash?' Their camera-eyes never
cease to amaze me; dead as they
are as the fire on some
Pentecostal head.
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