loop it twice

a ship is safe in harbor
but that's not what ships are for

Their curiosity would have to be saved for another day then; sometime in the distant future, when places weren’t careening and wholly out of sorts. Lena gave one dolphin-embedded nod, a bit embellished with the framework of the pink head, and beginning a slow drift to the surface. How amazing that someone created it, she hummed, marveling – it must have taken years, and depending on how far it went or what labyrinthine design it held, even longer. We’ll investigate later came along another conviction, like a promise, that there were more things than the wicked doldrums, the void, and any other melancholic tendencies.

And from there, it was a plan – innocence adrift and echoing from all the other intangible lines.

[FIN]

Lena