With weighted brow and purse’d lips
I worry on in favored winds
Refuse to breathe or meditate
Yet sails will blow in good or no
My spirit stays its hand for none
And wooden decks incinerate
Below the feet of keen watchmen
As tar, in seeping puddles, drips.
To err is fatal; man be cursed!
Fatal folly now I see
Advancing on emboldened pride
Through seas autonomously claimed.
This farer kneels in humble blame
For though his bold adventurous side
Would fair advance his property
He side-stepped stakes eternal, first.
In rage, the waters boiled and frothed
Leviathan’s toll yet to be paid
And still the timbered flotsam sails
Damaged oars and chain protrude
As blasted show of magnitude.
Unwielded ownership will fail
And sampled freedom gone, in vain
Because of hastened wisdom lost.
No chance to seal these leaking planks
“All hands lost” will be my fate
And bitterness, regret will grow
The maelstrom draws the ship beneath
Covers masts for age’d peace.
Escape, to drift in wandering storms
No going back, to separate
My pride could take just what I lack.
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