Matinee On the Bounty

BEYOND THE MILK OF HERA PAST THE HEAVEN'S VERTEBRAE THE STARS BLINK GLEAMING SAGAS, IN THE DAWN THEY FADE AWAY MY SHIP MAKES AN INCISION IN EVERY THING THEY SAY THE SEA WEARS LIKE A SILKY DRESS THE BEAUTY OF THE NIGHT AND NEVER DOES THE MOON APPEAR SO BEAUTIFUL IN WHITE MY SAILS, IMPATIENT WITH THE WIND, REFLECT CELESTIAL LIGHT OLD TRITON'S SHELL IS SOUNDLESS IN POSEIDON'S CALMING DEEP IF PROTEUS WOULD CHANGE HIS SHAPE, WHAT FORM WOULD HE NOW KEEP THE COMPASS NEEDLES'S IGNORANT OF FAIR AURORA'S SLEEP LIKE ORPHEUS I SEEK TO CATCH A GLIMPSE OF MY LOVE THERE AS IF EURYDICE COULD BE ALIVE IN VIEWLESS AIR MY MAP OF MAL DU SIECLE IS A CHART OF MAL DE MER BENEATH THE WINGS OF HALCYON I WAIT CALYPSO'S WHIM A GENTLE ZYPHYR CAN'T INSURE MY EQUALIBRIUM MY NAVIGATION LIGHTS GLOW BRIGHT AND THEN THEY SEEM TO DIM DO HEAVEN'S ANGELS SALT THE SEAS WITH TEARS OF JOY OR PAIN ARE ALL MY PATHS AIMED AT DEATH OR DO THEY LEAD ME HOME AGAIN THE AUTOPILOT SQUEAKS AND THERE'S A LUFFING IN THE MAIN.