where passion and desire blend into sense
of who each is and how each came to be
not just alone but cast out on that sea
where navigation is without pretense
of other purpose where the smooth immense
circle of waters is the referee
and gives hard answer to each hopeful plea
since when it strikes there can be no defence
those who now smile have not the least good thought
in what might pass to others for a mind
to let you know the harshness of this scrape
nor in what trammels you might soon be caught
since they prefer that you advance so blind
as to be swiftly where you can’t escape
