Daylight waned, the waves they lapped
Upon the bow, not sand nor shore
Strangely he felt, though it seemed strange
Indeed this deed he'd done before
A scene to some seeming sullen, others allured
The apathetic would call it a bore
Different it was, at least, from the realm of mundane
The one fine thing to be found from aboard

The boards had been broken, the decks been awash
Mast rent, the wrought wood come undone
Roaring riptides ran rampant with fury and hate
Ventured he ceaselessly out, ever, anon
This time, though was different, a thought thrown to the wind
Lacking loot, begging prize, proff'ring none
Lust lay not in avarice, but breeding within,
Brooding encapsuled in intuition

He looked about from the sun, whose peak had submerged
The horizon melded, not met with the sea
Greed growled, unfed, at truth sought in its eyes
Earnestly eager to satisfy needs
Days waxed, waned, unchanged scenery remained
Water like air, where the eye could see
Of course he sailed on! His goal always in sight
He fought fiercely to finish his deeds

Pursuing the end of the world, to scratch as it were
An itch plaguing him when thought was not bent
His head fast'ned forward, his eyes could not view
The days months years of his life unspent
Riding on toward the light, sighting in on his blight
Heedless to all on the courses he went
I caution you now, wherever you go
Hasten not to meet up with your end

{A few I know where confused with my post at address 1346. I think it a
waste to spend all that time formatting thoughts to have them go
misunderstood. The lines in [brackets] and (parenthesis) are to be read
simultaneously.}

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Mayan, in the year 327 AF.