Voyager's End

Among these spectral specks,
These islands in the Sea of Madness,
I pilot my vessel, the Identity Nought,
Against the prevailing pernicious currents,
And when there's a lull,
I rejoice in a handful of paltry pleasures.
A hazy sun dimples the turbulent waters;
Porpoises snorkel beside the bow;
Ships sans ensigns sail by and signal
In cryptic codes I can't decipher.
My survey of sanity is almost complete--
Of lunacy, and, as provisions dwindle,
(I run low on conceptual fuel as well),
As clear-sightedness fails and the murk takes over,
I furl my canvases fore and aft
And hunker down for a merciless night.