A mariner weath­er­ing the elec­tron seas
Course wrought by sweat and perseverance,
Wreathed in mid­night’s finest solitudes
and the soft rus­tle of char­coal cloth,

To live the adven­ture of these hal­cy­on days,
Des­tined to coa­lesce as tomor­row’s memory.

Let us now lift a glass in remembrance
Of not the seed that failed to bear fruit,
But the tree which spread its branch­es wide
To embrace the heav­ens in all their glory.

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