I helm singular upon hellish seas
Poseidon’s stale breath doth wither and fail
Starry skies cum sun bear witness my pleas
Mine ship doth flounder no further I’ll sail
Night’s darkling hand leaves torrid, tingling skin
Sleep, oh blessed sleep, ‘t is mine only reprieve
Dawn, marches on, I wake to Dante’s din
Equinox to Equator, vortex grieve
Nighttide returns on purview fair maiden
Or hath mine eyes become chimerical
Freedom from angst, for too long am I laden
Land! Finite sand, Peace! ‘t is hysterical
I leap, I run, yon maiden’s hand, touch of cream
I wake, I weep, back to sea, searing dream
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