Follow me. I am heading north.
The pole star beckons. The oceans
wash over the bowsprit. The certain worth
of an astrolabe defines my calculations.
Follow me. I am heading north.
Only by this direction can we plot
a course converging on the inviolable.
Light summons us on our journey. What
we will discover is the truth, the ineluctable.
Follow me. I am heading north.