So lost is this ship in your ocean
That even the amicable stars
Collude with clouds
In the frame of the sky
To cloak the referral to my compass
To keep me from my contrived destination

Only after aeons thence do I value Earth’s opinion,
And know,
That—
’twas not collusion
’twas aspiration,
That I was being guided to my shipwreck
To go deeper in you
Be consumed by you,
O! My predestination!