Invitation

I walked in the desert and found pieces of teeth on the sandrock
I also found an atlas to Arizona, a deserted sandgarden with a castle in the middle of it, made from the bodies of dead ants,
there was a marble I mistook for water,
then I found something rather sad. It was an envelope from the Bank of America with a letter addressed to Jake T. Leroy asking him to sign up for a once in a lifetime deal on a new credit card.

Gee, There are many once in a lifetime deals, I thought, but none comes close to the weathered ticket for that fair voyage beyond the grass and landmasses of Oceana, and and past the good beyond, to that place where instead of the sun, a gleaming door rises from the east.
the door at the end of the world