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.