Rudder in the skies
wrap the night
across your path
make feral stars
the full blown to sail
and thrash the oar
leave the anchor
bury the rake
and let pull on the claw.
Friends absent
I see the flaw
So let free from without
flow with the decent
but not bend at the core
all raise the mast
hoist the crescent
let slip the rudder
and war with the present