Ad Futura Excelsior

 Delving deep through the abyss,

Scattered words attract and repel.

Realising to step into a trap would be amiss,

Gather the energy, make the spell.

Let desire be oft not sated,

Let bridges of health reach body and mind,

Let enemies' schemes be frustrated,

Let person be to person kind.

Fortune's gain, and fortune's ail,

Be the wind that guides my sail.

Ride the rapids, nudge the stones,

Worse a broken heart than bones.

-Written somewhere in Georgia