The Long Journey

They say the journey is long.
How long? I ask, but they give no specifics.
A pink rabbit
— Pink — they reiterate,
Will accompany you.
The moon will squeak
When you’ve found your way,
And you’ll see a hammer made of salt
Floating on a puddle
That is really an
Ocean.

To fetch the hammer
You must walk through
This puddle-ocean.
Beware of sea dragons,
Beware of young men.
Speak not as you traverse this body
Of water. If you must speak,
Say only, Why? and Why? and Why?

The journey will be too long,
Too hard
Too lonely
If you do not ask, Why?

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