Sequitur Sabot Simulant

Do you know
What
It means

To see the sky below,
Sea above,
Port rotors limbo

Seeing the
Sharp wing
Lanterns.

Floating in cascades.
Going vertical,
These mercury storms.

Solar wind.
Pulled rails, by
Fractal whales.

Sitting
In the crow’s
Nest,

Spying
With an
Eyeglass,

Perpetuated
On rope and rigging
Masted,

Over
Great walls
Piloted.

Through fjords
And valleys
Steered

Billowing cloud
Fields
Under, sealed.

Fearless into fog.
Captained
Above bogs.

No end
To
Supplies,

No cessation
To
Sailing.

Seeking
The
End.

Wherever,
However,
Whenever

It
May
Arrive.