The Good Ship Purposiveness

My fact seems unclear
Beyond this here pier,
Docking my vitreous gaze
Towards beings of grace
Allotted in place,
Willed to glint, by reason of haze

May this night-journey’s ride
Never fall shy
Of these lights withstanding all-ways
As I embark on my path
Round a sea wrought with wrath,
Fraught to minding no end to my days

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