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Born of Purpose
If doubt thus occupies your sweet displays
Advantage must be gained by the long haul
So cast an eye across all you survey
And find aversion in the blackest pall
Be done with all reason, be done by me
Be brought into your season of wonder
Once to be blind now hopefully can see
Hills traversed mightily we shall wander
Vexed is the course that is born of purpose
Wind and caution make for inspiration
Open thy wings, sail to gain purchase
An exemplar worthy of fixation
When ill winds blow cool or landslides fall fast
A dreary course afore ne’er encountered
Batten down thy hatches lest catch a blast
When even able seamen dis mount it
Bedraggled by smite in venture or curse
Wise be the gifts of a dark universe
