mixpnk style, A lone white sail steadfastly glistens
Through azure mists afar at sea.
What does it seek in far-off distance?
What has it lost in native realm?

The waves break fast, the wind is clipping,
The mast is creaking as it sways.
Alas, it seeks no blissful being,
Nor does it run from happiness.

Below the sail are sky-blue currents,
Above are gold rays of the sun.
The rebel sail pleads for a tempest,
As though tempests bring the calm.

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