May I In Abject Service Be As Free
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May grave passion yield fealty to the sea;
may I in abject service be as free,
shorn of an empire, compelled from home
surrounded by the limitless unknown;
where currents pull me, the sail masts sway
in deference to my own will, obey!
To the beauty and subtleness of change
forever outward on this bright blue range
each thought I measure like the coming wave,
am I a whole, or a part of the same?
In days of struggle and of perfect ease
where pleasure cannot satisfy
pain perhaps can please.
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